A Sponsor? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The path to dry, a winding road,
Some walk it light, a lesser load.
They see the sun, feel gentle breeze,
And find their strength within the trees.

With will so strong, and friends so near,
The quiet voice, they hold it dear.
A therapist's hand, a guiding light,
They banish shadows from the night.

But many stumble, lose their way,
And need a hand to start the day.
A sponsor's voice, a steady guide,
To walk beside, and stem the tide.

A circle strong, a caring place,
Where understanding fills the space.
For triggers lurk, unseen, unknown,
And threaten seeds of strength that's grown.

One size can't fit, it's plain to see,
What helps you bloom, may hinder me.
So find your tribe, your helping hand,
To rise and walk across the land.

A custom path, uniquely made,
With love and care, a strength displayed.
For sobriety's gift, so pure and bright,
Deserves support, and guiding light.


T.M.Solvang