Poetry Corner
Yielding to lust warped my mind tainted my vision tore my heart bent my soul.
Yielding to lust warped my mind tainted my vision tore my heart bent my soul.
I left the ways of the old life behind. Now I ride with the gulls in the stream, Among the wayward sirens singing. To whom do you prefer to turn?
It was fear that brought me into recovery, But fear will not keep me sober.
O God, I ask Your help Divine Whenever I must go online. I tell myself that I love art, Their sculpted forms; my heavy heart.
I do my own thing
This I need to learn.
Until now a past regretted To my wounds I was connected Sadness for my unconscious life Hurting self and my wife
My addiction came visiting today, I didn’t let him in the door; I knew what to say!
When weak, I am strong. When I surrender I’m free. Live with paradox.
I said to God, “Look how much I’ve grown.” Then I waited for His reply.