The new ones come in looking pounded <br />Beat up and bleary eyed <br />You can't tell what they are thinking; <br />About every cure they've tried <br /> <br />Some eagerly share their stories <br />Divorce, disease and jail <br />And feelings of deep remorse <br />The last one heard without fail <br /> <br />Many claim this is the start <br />Of their newly recovered lives <br />Most of the continuing members <br />Can't tell if they're hearing lies <br /> <br />Successful ones share stories <br />That share a common tinge <br />We'd lost control of our consumption <br />Down to the very last binge <br /> <br />The demon had it's hooks in us <br />And was scaring us half to death <br />Mortality stared us in the face <br />When would be our last breath? <br /> <br />The newcomer also learns his character <br />Is much like we used to be <br />Selfishness, fear and anger <br />With these he'll never be free <br /> <br />He hears that we caved in <br />And got as honest as we could be <br />We said with our abuse we were powerless <br />And this opened our eyes to see <br /> <br />Our stories carry a powerful punch <br />Nobody's given a shove <br />What we want the newcomer to feel <br />Is our unconditional love <br /> <br />If he looks and listens quite closely <br />He'll see the pain in his heart <br />Has disappeared in the rest of us <br />The result of doing our part <br /> <br />Will he come back and mend his ways <br />Or will he just fade away? <br />Some take the high road, some the low <br />We just share our love today<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fatal-addictions/
