Prosperity. That’s the word
the screen suggested
as my next word when I wrote
“An Afflicted Poem.”
A Droid in recovery?
Well, maybe one who mimics,
who has become aware of my choices,
of my thought waves. Scary.
But as long as they’re not really mine,
as long as they reflect recovery,
the thought pattern inherent in
“Not my will, but Thine be done!”
it will work just fine. That’s the way
to deal with feeling afflicted.
Afflicted means  to distress
so severely as to cause
persistent suffering or anguish.
Afflicted means tormented like that,
and not just briefly…for a long time.
Like life is unmanageable and
we’re powerless over everything.
And there’s an answer for that.
It’s set out in Twelve Steps
and taking those steps relieves us
from our affliction,
granting us the gift, prosperity.