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Untitled -written and submitted by Michelle B.
I found myself in a bottomless
pit
of sorrow and woe and despair.
When a ray of light revealed to me
the steps of a shining stair.
In vain I tried to reach those
steps,
by myself it could not be done.
I cried for help and a voice replied,
"You are standing on Step Number One."
"Who's that?" I
asked. "What do you want??"
"Can you tell me what to do?"
"Give me your hand," the voice answered,
"and you'll be on Step Number Two"
I held up my hand. I
decided that I
alone could not set myself free.
But I trusted that voice and it suddenly said,
"You are standing on Step Number Three."
I stop there and rest, and look
at myself.
I don't think I can do anymore.
From somewhere above the voice came again,
"You are standing on Step Number Four."
Wherever you are, you don't
understand,
I don't deserve to be alive.
For I am a liar, a thief and a con.
The voice said, "You're on Step Number Five."
I'm not well, I'm not
right. There's a lot wrong with me.
Is there anything that you can fix?
The voice came again and so gently replied,
"You are standing on Step Number Six."
All right then, I'll ask--can
you take these away?
Can you make me feel closer to heaven?
"I love you," the voice said. "Your heaven's
in you,
and you're standing on Step Number Seven."
There's so many I've harmed, my
family I've hurt--
all the pain and the grief and the hate.
"It's alright my child," the voice calmly said.
"You are now on Step Number Eight."
"You must tell them you're
sorry. You must make things right.
And then in their eyes you will shine."
"I'll do it," I whispered. And then the
voice said,
"You're standing on Step Number Nine."
I must keep a close eye on my
motives and self
'Cause there's wrongs that I may do again.
"Look at you," the voice said, "at how far you've
come.
You are now on Step Number Ten."
I pray and I ask for knowledge
and strength
I want to keep my direct line to heaven.
The voice is so close--it's as if it's right there,
saying "You're standing on Step Number Eleven."
And so here I stand, almost at
the top.
Into all of my past I did delve.
Now I want to help others who are still in the pit
And the voice says, "This is Step Number Twelve."
This all feels so strange, I
have left it behind,
All the pain and the anger and strife.
And the great thing about it--I need never return
to that miserable way of life.
I'm bathed in that light I first
saw as a ray.
I'm happy and joyous and free.
I pray for those whom I wish I would see in these rooms,
And would take their example from me.
For although I'm not perfect, I
will always know
There are choices that I have today.
I can live in that bottomless pit of despair,
Or I can live my new life in NA/AA.
Michelle B. 12/99
