I am back at the halfway house and grateful for it. As I sit and listen to people talk about feeling like they are walking about with a sign over their head... the feeling is familiar. My sign says different things at different times. Nothing like wearing a clerical collar, or even having a seizure (not to equate the two :) ). Someone last night asked me if the seizure meant I had epilepsy... and I said yes it did, thinking about the sign over my head, not unlike the sign that everyone in the halfway house wears simply by being there.
They say things as if
No one has ever felt them before,
Said them before.
As if they are the first
To walk the path of recovery.
It winds out into the world,
Circles back home again.
We are all in recovery
From something.
To something.
This seems important
To note
In this halfway place.
Everyone is uniquely made
Special
Just like everyone else.
Where do we come from?
Where will we go?
From this halfway place.
We wind out into the world
Circle back home again.
It is all so familiar.
We are all in recovery
From something.
To something.
To something.
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