When I Lost Everything

What was your bottom? Twelve years ago, I truly believed that I was losing everything that I valued. Dying seemed a relief from a life I could no longer face. I consciously lost more and more each day. I saw myself for what I had become – hopeless. Hope that was what had always helped me get through the hard times, the pain, the loss – that gave me the will to try. And it was gone. I remember little of what was said at my first AA meeting, but I remember the love and I remember the hope that began growing that day.

When I Lost Everything

Once I lost everything
Or at least that is what
I thought in that dark time
When there was not enough
Alcohol in the world
To drink my troubles away
Misery as far as I could see
The way behind only shame
And the path forward
Paralyzing fear
And yet here I am today
With all that I need


About the Author

Robert B. is sober alcoholic in Madison, WI participating in AA and AlAnon at Fitchburg Serenity Club. He has been sober since April 21, 2007. He also began writing and sharing poetry on Facebook during his first year sober as part of his recovery from alcohol dependency, acute anxiety and chronic depression. He has found that creativity expressed primarily through writing poetry and playing various stringed instruments helped him heal and thrive.
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