How can I go back?
I had been so cocky,
so arrogant, so sure
I had this figured out.
I’d sponsored…even
relapsers!…so sure,
so authoritatively.
Now I’m fifty pounds up,
hopeless, helpless,
embarrassed, chagrined.
I know what the answer is.
I know where the answer is.
I know who will be there
and how they’ll welcome me.
Nobody – except me–
hates me for this.
I thought the first time hard
but it was nothing like this.
All I have to do now
is walk through that door.
“Welcome back! Welcome home!”
