"Redefining the Path: Breaking the Grip of Alcohol"

Alcohol thrives at the heart of the party,

Glistening and sparkling in bottles and glasses.

Offering the allure of connection and calm,

Igniting the belief that nothing should cause alarm.

Laughter, connection, solace, and comfort,

Just a few of the illusions used to convert.

Uniting the young, the old,

The mums, and the dads;

The introverts, the ambiverts,

The extroverts, all clad.

A free gift unquestioned, never asked why,

Extending comfort to the broken, through believing a lie.

A welcome distraction in times of need,

Filling sad spaces with laughter and glee.

It's only with you that some can feel free,

Disguised as a friend, but truly a foe,

Knowing full well where this story will go.

Promises of fun, adventure, and belonging,

Paving the way for discord, anger, and longing.

Broken homes, sleepless nights,

Children watching as parents fight.

The knock on the door, the breaking news story,

Another fatality, shattered dreams, no glory.

With nowhere to go, no place to call home,

With no one to love you or call your own,

You look in the mirror, despising who you see,

Ashamed of losing the person you used to be.

Waking from drunken slumber consumed with regret,

Your call list and texts make you wonder what's next.

The fights, the bruises, the nights you don't remember,

Wondering how January so quickly got to December.

With nothing to show, nowhere to go,

Blame passed on to those who walked away,

Refusing to see the part you played.

Surrendering dreams, relationships, and goals,

Uncertainty attached to what the future holds.

Health now failing, heart still breaking,

Unable to feel, shame covered by the smile you're faking.

A liar, a cheat, a tiresome fraud,

With nothing left but the alcohol you hoard.

With no one to turn to, you try to blame God,

But deep inside, you know it's all a facade.

The lies you tell, the games you play,

Only serve to push others away.

But there's still hope, a chance to mend,

To find redemption, to make amends.

Instead of blaming God, look within,

Face your demons, let the healing begin.

Seek forgiveness, embrace the truth,

And rebuild your life from the ashes of your youth.

It's never too late to change your ways,

To break free from the cycle that always betrays.

So let go of the alcohol, the deceit, and the shame,

And find the strength to rise above and try again.

You have the power to rewrite your story,

To become someone better, someone full of glory.

Believe in yourself, and the path you'll find,

Will guide you to a life that's redefined.