The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

The pages of my new book,
Hold my victories of today,
Every promise coming true,
Every hope filled adversity and principles applied from my steps in AA.

On this journey through sobriety,
Always learning and growing in spirit and healing,
With a clearer mind and body,
Without drinking or alteration to numb what I am feeling.

Wrapped in love and support I've only ever dreamed of,
So many surrounding me with encouraging light,
Serenity and fellowship of daily unity & reprieve,
Unconditional acceptance and strengthening of wings for proper flight.

For soaring from the ashes,
Tail-feathers still flaming from the hell fires of the hurt and the pain,
Rising steady from the darkness,
This journey is such a beautiful storm with a cleansing, revitalizing rain.

Fly beautiful phoenix fly, Flapping your wings and still keeping the warmth from the flames below.
Let the billows of ashes surround those still suffering in the heat with protective armor, but never losing sight of the glow.

For rising into the fresh heavens of safety and gifts of flight,
Is not as miraculously beautiful if there are no others to share in the joyous stars of the night.