Living Amends to the Universe

I know who I was, what I was, 
how low lay the bottom.
I know I constituted a blob,
a pile of poop on the world's rug.
And then I changed
and learned of the need
to make amends.
How do I fix shitty-rug-syndrom?
By living recovery
as well as then
I lived addiction
and hopelessness.