Recovery

bluejourneyman

He sets in a room
Surrounded by friends
And friends-to-be

Collecting his thoughts
On an intellectual level
He ponders his life
past and present

Praying to his God
Wishing to convey
His story in full-
He waits

A loving conversation
With a dear friend
Is still hovering in the
Backdrop of his mind

Nervousness sets in
Lost is the comfort
Of Chopin and bubbles
A message ready to be spoken

He smiles to himself
It is time- His chance to
Pass on what he has learned-
Fifteen years of recovery.

He speaks with the confidence
Of a lifetime of experience
No emotion to be conveyed
Hell long past

His life of a screaming mom
A violent drunk father
Punching and breaking of
limbs is but memories

Pot, cocaine, alcohol
Needles, dope houses
Loneliness, hopelessness
Death-Gratitude found

Somewhere in his speech
He passes into recovery
The disease of his youth
Drugs and alcohol no more

His intellect replaced
With raw emotion
A zone he has only been
Familiar with in private

His words take on
A life of their own
They flow like a
Newly formed waterway

He talks of strangers
Walking him through
The uncharted darkness
Of recovery

Tears pour out his
Eyes like a broken
Faucet- A water valve
Stuck wide open

A newborn life
Full of joyful victories
Struggles overcome
Pains of growth warm his heart

No laughter or ridicule
From fellow practicing
Addicts- True love and
Acceptance taken freely

He has found his home
His brothers and sisters
Truly loved- Needles
Replaced with hugs