This morning as we read the final few paragraphs in the Twelve & Twelve for Step 1 ; we discussed bottoms and surrender. One of our members, Troy H., shared this poem he wrote in the darkness of his bottom. This has been added to the Recovery Poems section of the gugogs.org website – Bruce M.
If You’re Ever In A Dark Room
I could barely see my hand in that pitch black place.
And what made it worse? It wasn’t far from my face.
And if I hadn’t managed my way out soon,
I was gonna go crazy in that dark ass room.
My ladder had mildewed from the rain and the rum;
So when I took my first step I snapped the first rung.
Tried to kick my way out, but sprained my good foot,
When that strong, dirty window told me to stay put.
I thought to climb up but was met with a “nope!”
For my burdens outweighed that poor little rope.
Desperate by then, a brilliant plan hatched
Found a candle to light but I’d used every match.
I looked down and found the old, secret trap door.
But realized that it would just lower my floor.
I almost yelled for help and was right on the brink,
But how could I scream if I barely could think?
I never knew why it was so dark in that place.
Why I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.
But I knew that there’d be no easy out soon,
So I flipped the light switch and cleaned up the room.