Nothing but pain, misery and strife,

Don't know what to do with my life.

I tried to fix this by myself,

It's time to put "my way" on the shelf.

Yearning to take a serene breath,

Don't want jail, institutions or death.

I can't stay wrapped up in my vanity,

Can't take anymore insanity.

I need help to remove this mask,

How do I do this, who do I ask?

I'm tired of my heart always breaking,

I long to have my spirit awakened.

What is this, what do I see?

My hand is reached out; someone's reaching back to me.

Sponsorship, a network, and meetings,

I'm filled with joy from the warm heartfelt greetings.

Never again, do I have to be alone,

If no one is with me, there's always the phone.

And even then, when no one is there,

I can talk to my Higher Power through prayer.

All I had to do was open the door, To God and others, and I'm lonely no more.

All these years, I thought no one was there,

How was I to know that you were waiting to care?

By: Joseph Trimachi