in recovery

Broken vase once full of flowers,

My life was shattered, pieces apart.

The missing fractions I am seeking,

But what if they can be replaced…?

Instead of gluing up the vase,

I use clay and make one from scratch.

Instead of analyzing how I got here,

I focus on the destination I want to get at.

Dammed river once flowing freely,

My living was obstructed, barriers around.

The solid blocks I try to demolish,

But what if there is a less walked path…?

Instead of tearing down the barriers,

I release water out of the reservoir.

Instead of failing at too hard a task,

I embrace, for now, a different line of attack.