Sunday, April 7, 2013

Over

We come together
a community, loving strangers
close friends on meeting.
We leave, agenda complete
away from the us to the me.
The decompression,
descending from the heights
returning to a normal
no longer snug.
Can we carry recovery with us
or are we destined
to fall back into shape
of a world we’d rather never?

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