Internship at the halfway house. What a good place to be, and learn, and weep. I know it*s not for everyone, but really, I wish it was. I really wish it was.
Day three at the halfway house.
Clearly it*s not for everyone.
Not for all addicted people,
I mean Everyone
I mean all people everywhere,
Addicted to any substance whatsoever
Or even addicted to anything that blocks the road
I figure that*s all of us.
Day two I found myself in tears
I am an intern.
I listen and learn and, it seems,
I learn again it*s not for everyone,
This place of accountability and honesty,
This place where people sign over
Their lives to learn better ways
I learn again
Indeed it is for everyone but sometimes
Now is not the time,
It may never be the time.
Here people learn they have to
Ask for help,
They can*t do it alone.
I want to admit everyone
To a halfway house
I hear the reader in church.
And then, because it bears repetition,
Perhaps we didn*t hear the first time,
He says again: