looking over the rainbow,
having caught glimpses
once in a lullaby. Someday,
somehow, happiness waited.
Looking for a path mysterious
as being zapped by a tornado
it always seemed a never-never land.
Then the path appeared
in hints, in tales of others —
real folk who made it,
who got there, who knew the way —
who told of twelve steps
to get there, to find a new normal
beyond.
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