island home

I wrote this poem about the isolation I used to feel.

I had an island of my own.
where I could hide and be alone.
I made my island long ago,
when I was young and did not know.

I did not know it was a cage.
I could not grow,I only aged.
I learned to hide my pain inside.
I found another place to hide.

I hid from me inside my booze.
I lost all that I had to lose.

When booze no longer set me free,
A.A. gave me sobriety.

In A.A. I did find a way,
to grow a little bit each day.
And even though it helped me through,
there was one thing I could not do.

I had not left my island home,
that kept me safe  and all alone.
no one could truly reach me there,
and show me that they really cared.

casinos were my next escape,
and there I had all I could take.
I knew that I would have to change,
or risk that I might go insane.

I now have left my island home,
for one that won't keep me alone.
I know now how to let you in.
I'm starting to begin again.

I do not need to hide today
I now have found a better way.
And as I wake each day anew,
I share what I have learned with you.

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