Recovery Around Here

I've watched the fellowship grow here

from the five people 

at a Wednesday morning meeting

when I first came through the doors.

The only meeting in town, we met

around a single table, plenty of room.

The glory days of the fellowship 

rested in the past, and for years

a few brave souls hung on, held together,

hope for compulsive eaters in our town.

Now, seven years since I arrived, 

five meetings thrive, we're alive.

In the same way we, the individuals,

have gone through times of thriving

and bleak cold days when we barely held on,

but we, like the fellowship, can survive,

can prosper, if we keep coming back

and walk the steps.