[charles]

Climbing my own mountain I have found a ledge

Care must be taken to stay clear of the edge

 

As long as I stay on it I know I have relief

It keeps me clear of danger from those rocks beneath

 

When I first got on it, it wasn’t very high

Life was not so good, in doldrums did I lie

 

I gave my ledge a name, it was Recovery

It kept me safe and sound, while I stayed gambling free

 

Now my ledge rose higher, things were not so low

But I must still be careful, to avoid the rocks below

 

Now my ledge is wider, life’s a lot more easy

But if I look down from the edge, I can still get queasy

 

Because I can still remember, how hard it was to climb

And when I tell you now, I’m doing it in rhyme

 

I am quite happy, that I’ll never reach the top

Being on my ledge, I’ll never have to stop

 

Staying on recovery, I still really know

That I must be aware of those rocks below

 

Higher, wider on it goes; it is really good

It gives me more than gambling ever really could

 

We all have a ledge, you can find one too

Come on up and join me, you’ll really like the view

[April]

Thanks for sharing! Great poem!

[charles]

This came up ina group discussion somehow so here it is bumped up.

[Monica1]

Great poem. Enjoyed reading it.

[Author]

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