The Glass Ceiling

In recovery the ceiling has nothing to do with race gender ethnicity In recovery it’s up to you but try as you may you can’t break through In recovery the ceiling’s named so all have heard fourth dimension of existence In recovery it’s found unexpectedly accidentally when least expected In recovery surrender’s never […]

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Running the Table

Desperation dragged me here — like hope a lottery ticket will pay the rent. Lacking better plans, this at least was free unlike the hoped-on buck. Warm smiles, firm handshakes, shocking proof of elevated status (above pariahs,) even hugs despite my lacking cleanliness– I hung around, nice folk, […]

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Inside My Outside

Aging on the inside giving up on dreams petrified cynic comprehend serenity? we will know peace? you’re believing in fairies dancing strange roads self-pity will disappear? gain interest in others? dreams are drivel, childish when I became grown I put […]

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