One Alcoholic

By Robert Scott

"Think of things that make you smile, laughter for your inner child." Robert Scott presents an array of poems that stem from his recovery from alcoholism. He gives inspiration and hope to those on a similar path, and to different people, adults and children alike. One Alcoholic reaches out a hand to those who may waver and who are wavering from the right way. Take it. Remember "Indeed the sun does shine sometimes, life's not always winter."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628387742

Robert Scott

Rob Scott oversees international outreach at St. Helen's Bishopsgate Church in London, where he hosts meetings for better understanding with Muslim and Christian partners. He previously worked in Bangladesh with the World Health Organization.

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A Drink

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Face pressed against the window, leaves falling from the trees

Is it fall, is it winter, doesn’t matter to me

Red-breasted robin on the grass standing bold

Strange sight in this weather so I’ve been told

Looking at the sky, it seems so dark and grey

Such a warm, fuzzy feeling, what a lovely day

It’s great to be alive, I’m having a ball

No, I don’t miss you, stay gone, alcohol

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A Light

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Towards the sun one sure can fly

Not to close you might just die

What’s the reason just because

Oh no don’t you break the law

A smile a smile do you see

It’s just for you oh yes and me

How bright the light God’s showing wisdom

Steady your mind use his vision

I know I know I must explain

God we love takes away the pain

Positive thoughts will make you say

I’m going to have the greatest day

Think of things that make you smile

Laughter for your inner child

While being a friend to someone else

Find some time befriend yourself

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A Stone’s Throw

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Was I that close? I can’t believe it. What caused that explosion? What did that truck hit? I wish I were home. Stand tall, soldier, this is just another pebble in your shoe, something that makes you uncomfortable, an emotional pebble, one that needs to be removed so you can move forward. I knew if I had a drink it would go away. If I did that, I will have relapsed and picked up right where I left off. Surely, soon thereafter I would certainly die. By the grace of God I will prevail. I need to relax and let this pass. It’s almost midnight, just a few more minutes and I’ll have another day of sobriety. It was suggested to me that I could get medication for things that reoccur in thought. I surmise that one drug is just as bad as another. So I’ll just pray to God and he’ll keep me safe. That pebble in my mind makes me realize. If I allow it to grow, it will become larger and some gin, vodka, or beer will be within a stone’s throw.

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Apology

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The roads I’ve traveled I have chosen. Remorse for sure for the pain I’ve caused. It would be more painful for me if I allowed myself to wallow in self-pity. It was called the pity pot and it went like this, pour me, pour me, pour me another drink. How sick is that and that was part of my justification for my actions. What sense does it make? If it makes no sense to me, it is safe to assume that it doesn’t make much sense to you. What sense it does make in the confusion that I created. It was nonsense to all those affected, an unfortunate part of my alcoholic reality. I do apologize to all those affected, especially my children, Robbie, Robert II, and Sabrina. Traveling these sober roads has given me clearer vision. Forgive me if you can, if you can’t, I’ll understand. A part of my sobriety is asking for forgiveness. I asked God and he forgave me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m sober now and I’m doing the best I can to stay that way, one day at a time.

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Begin

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Where does one begin, is it about one’s self

Is it about a friend or is it someone else

Could it be about something, could it be because I’m free

I’ll make it something else, don’t want to talk about me

The coffee’s hot as it sits, I’m looking at the can

As it cools I take a sip, this is delicious, man

Then I see a cigarette, yes it’s there to smoke

I think I’ll have one, maybe two, would you like a toke

Who am I fooling, no one but myself

It must be me, it’s gotta be me, it can’t be anyone else

I must stop this, have to do more than try

If I don’t stop soon, I’m certainly going to die

It seems that it’s okay, no drugs no alcohol

Now I must stop smoking, I’ve got to stop it all

I’ll do it, I can do it, I know I’ll be just fine

Just have to do it, I need to do it, one day at a time

Thank you, God, thank you, God, now I can clearly see

Along with God’s guidance through my sobriety

As with anything, anything you’ll find

The spirit of God will help you, help you with your mind

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Black American

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First called colored, negro, and black

African American, now who named me that

Is this definition for me, or is it for you

Since we’re defining, this definition’s true

I may not make much sense, oh what the heck

Who’s to say who’s to say, what’s politically correct

An African comes from the continent of Africa

When he or she gains American citizenship

Then he or she is known as an African American

Pure and simple that it is, my friend

A person born in America is an American

Now that I’m clear and I’m making sense

I’m an American of African descent

This is not a test, I’m not on a mission

Challenge your common sense, use your inner vision

It is what it is, it’s what this