Crappy choice,
Unfair word,
Heard or said.
Bad time,
Wrong place,
And you fall.
Happened before,
But it hurts more this time.
Now you’re back,
Sitting in the back of the room,
Hoping no one notices you,
And yet
You came on your own,
Knowing well it will help
To get back on your feet,
Fix the problem,
As you’ve learned
Or are ready to learn from the error.
You hear that call,
That is there every meeting,
That question that you hoped all this time
You didn’t have to answer.
Your knees tremble and your mouth is dry
As you’re about to reveal to the crowd
Of friends and strangers
That you are coming back from the war zone
Where your addiction and weakness rule.
You expect judgement and pointed fingers,
But what you get is a hug and a welcome
That you need the most.
It is here each time, whether it is the first time, or one hundredth,
As there is hope
That this is the last time
You’ve spilled nearly all of your blood on the way in.
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Trezvennost II 