Admitted we were powerless,
fessed up to unmanageable.
Then Step Two's summed up in Hope.
Came to believe, maybe a Power could...
But can honesty come before the hope?
Can you really be honest without hope?
That's the wisdom of a Twelfth Step,
sharing the story of one addict with another.
Maybe it's too soon to hope for rescue,
but there's that camaraderie, that recognition.
He knows what it's like. She's been like me
but no longer. She's got something I can't imagine.
I want what he has, and it can't be impossible —
he's proof, she's evidence. Maybe, somehow,
I can find that peace.
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