Halfway House: Day three

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,

But really

I mean Everyone

I mean all people everywhere,

Addicted to any substance whatsoever

Or even addicted to anything that blocks the road

To Life.

I figure that*s all of us.

Day two I found myself in tears

Four times

Listening.

I am an intern.

I listen and learn and, it seems,

Weep.

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

To live.

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.

Day three.

I want to admit everyone

To a halfway house

Including myself.

I hear the reader in church.

Choose life.

He says

And then, because it bears repetition,

Perhaps we didn*t hear the first time,

He says again:

Choose life.