Rabbit Season

Rabbit trails lead from the road to recovery everywhere,

invisible when I'm strong in program, centered, working Steps,

sure of step. Other days, careless days, distracted days, lazy days

neon lights appear lining the trails, beckoning, promising comfort,

telling me I've earned a break, one can't hurt, nobody need know.

I know better, know false advertising, bait and switch. If I'm wise

I call in help, read literature, find program people, resist the pull

if I'm wise... But if I'm not wise, I manipulate, rebel, declare open season,

and head down neon trails chasing wild hares, losing recovery road

for false thrills of rabbit season.