I tried others first…

like for fifty of my sixty years.

I found no shelter,

no sanctuary,

no respite.
Sure, some places

helped for a while

but none for long,

none to the point of there.

Always a wayside stop,

a failure to offer succor.

I know the levity in speaking

of finding the treasure
the last place you look…

only because you stop looking.

But recovery resides here

and nowhere else.

If I left and tried to find help

it wouldn’t be there for me.

Maybe for someone else,

but not for me.

Thank God for the last house…
because it really was the last hope.