I was alone, and I knew it. I was and am an odd duck— intelligent, yet lacking common sense and tact. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 244-245).
The odd duck, I always felt like that.
I believed several people considered me their friend,
but I had no friends. I knew I was intelligent...
you can't disbelieve that many tests,
but otherwise, surely nobody else could be so inept!
But Recovery remedied that, for I fit in, belonged!
I was accepted for what I was, not for what I could become.
free of guilt, without shame, without self-hate.
In OA I can accept and like myself exactly as I am.
An odd duck I might be, but finally the odd duck in!
I believed several people considered me their friend,
but I had no friends. I knew I was intelligent...
you can't disbelieve that many tests,
but otherwise, surely nobody else could be so inept!
But Recovery remedied that, for I fit in, belonged!
I was accepted for what I was, not for what I could become.
free of guilt, without shame, without self-hate.
In OA I can accept and like myself exactly as I am.
An odd duck I might be, but finally the odd duck in!
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