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A poem explaining what it means to be recovered from addiction

 

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You don't know where I have been

gentle banter,

parsed words under

room glow

but the enormity of the pain

well, it steals the show.

 

How can I really share,

the embarrassment

and depths of despair,

cells screaming for more

is what I lived

but words don’t match

the wall paper score.

 

Its easy to forget

if I'm not careful

a step above amateur I become

but to remind myself is not to remind you

that I was once a very, very different man.