Poem by Graham

Measure my height, my weight, and my girth, look in the mirror and see my worth. This is me not what I thought, a stranger with guilt, distressed and distraught.

See me drowning my hand in the air hoping for rescue but full of despair. Too much I have hurt those who surround me with care, but still this demon remains in my hair.

Surely my outcome lies in my own path the right route, the crossroads to my own life. A finger now beckons to show me the way, so do I choose go or do I stay.

Facing my future fills me with dread, will I survive or will I be dead. Companions now give me meaning and hope but still I’m on a slippery slope.

When will life grant me some peace of mind and leave all these troubles far behind. Fight the good fight I hear myself say, allow me some blue sky, cast out the grey.

Suddenly I see it, where must have I been, a new life before me, some future, no sin. Can I do this who can say, just me next week, tomorrow and today?

“We are with you” has opened my heart, come with me companions and let’s make a start.

Life can be rich as long as we say no substance will defeat me along the way.

I shall end now because it is done, looking steadfastly forward with meaning and some fun.