I’ve watched the fellowship grow here
from the five people
at a Wednesday morning meeting
when I first came through the doors.
The only meeting in town, we met
around a single table, plenty of room.
The glory days of the fellowship
rested in the past, and for years
a few brave souls hung on, held together,
hope for compulsive eaters in our town.
Now, seven years since I arrived,
five meetings thrive, we’re alive.
In the same way we, the individuals,
have gone through times of thriving
and bleak cold days when we barely held on,
but we, like the fellowship, can survive,
can prosper, if we keep coming back
and walk the steps.
