An Alcoholics Prayer (Poetry)
Updated: May 23
A little poem I wrote tonight. Fear not, I am still sober and going strong (1187 days). This was based on memories. I’m sorry if the religious content offends anyone.
An Alcoholics Prayer
Jesus, if you will,
please turn the wine
back into water.
If this is your blood
then your blood
is harming me.
Vomit stench seeping
into my hair and sheets.
Spinning as I try to sleep.
Blackouts impartially
wiping my memories.
Waking not knowing
where I am,
how I got here,
and… who is he?
Fractures of fights
trapped in blurs.
Screaming,
slammed doors,
wailing.
Shattered glass upon the floor.
One night stands, shame,
self harm, anxiety.
Guzzling glasses
to stop the feelings.
Paramedics, police
and attorneys.
Lost love and broken families.
On my knees pleading
to your father for sobriety:
“God, if you’re listening,
then please help me.”
Nothing about this
is holy.