If you’re going through hell, keep going. ~ Winston Churchill

Why would you tarry in hell?
Who would not want out?
But how often do we loose sight,
lose focus, when the poor-me’s set in.
Long after addiction becomes hell
rather than escape of comfort
we stay, determined to recapture the fun.
The sky falls in on plans and hopes
and energy shrivels, dies,
leaves us in the rubble of self-loathing.
One day at a time is a rule for good days
but more – even if it’s just minute by minute,
breath by breath – we must keep moving
to the next, keep walking out,
rise on to hope and joy.