Welcome Home

What was the big deal,
going to a meeting?
She knew what they did there
though not from having tried it.
Heck, she'd even read
the "Standard Meeting Format"
and knew how robotic,
how rote memory,
how repetitious it was.
But Sally wouldn't relent,
so she humored her. Maybe with dread —
well, certainly with dread.
Maybe with skepticism —
yeah, whole chunks of that.
Maybe with curiosity, a bit of interest —
to be honest more of those —
almost. With the dread.
But she'd go.
So she did. Nice people.
They seemed interested,
didn't stare at her bulk,
at arms as big as her waist should be.
They read all that stuff,
like she'd read on the website,
but it didn't feel canned.
They read like they meant it.
And then they got to the end
of that long, long reading,
and the reader said,
"Welcome to Overeaters Anonymous."
And the whole group answered,

"Welcome home!"
And she knew. She just knew.
She'd found home.