So you meet someone
For a long time not seen.
And they say “You look great,
What have done to get in shape?
So sets off, an internal debate.
Tell or not, about our meetings at night?
If you tell them?
Will they get it, will they relate?
Or cast you off
As a religious nut;
And ask: “What’s your sober date?”
See some see us as a cult.
Others see us without fault.
Some just don’t understand and
Perhaps need a helping hand.
Through many different an eye.
Some see success,
Some see dropout or copout.
None of it matters, you’re normal
But fighting an obsessional fight.
Hopefully soon, with a high power in sight.
The world may always see us as hopeless drunks,
Or desperate users.
Don’t dwell on this.
What they don’t know, you’ve been to hell!
You fought your way out,
Tooth and claw, with no certain ease;
On your escape, were greeted with
A friendly hand shake. Offering the way to stay out.
“Welcome to sobriety, and new way of life.
No more booze and drug fuelled strife,
Just do one thing; accept some kind of God
Into your life, and there will begin the end of your fight”
By James, Stroud (A.A)