Recovery
A long uphill road,
Filled with potholes
Crossed by barriers
Too high to climb…
A trek so slow across the minefields
One step at a time
Always knowing what is behind
Temptation abounds to turn back
So many walls, high and irregular
Difficult to climb
Bloodying the fingers
One slip, and down you fall
A turn of the head
The blackness stares back at you
The place you have come from
Jolting you forward
Eventually the road will smooth
The barriers become smaller
The hazards scattered further
The steps become quicker
Until the day when the light shines
Out in the distance
Something to march toward
Bright hope for the future…
Recovery is a journey
Whether from illness
Dependence
Or from tragedy
Torturous endurance
Pain and devastation
So easy to surrender
So easy to turn back.
Keep the pace…moving forward…
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