Recovery Circle

In recovery circle with men my own age
Tough guys all
But they are quick with a hand shake
Or a pat on the back

Respect is the currency of street curbs
Hustle's temptation and drama
Now managed with simple words

Listen I am blessed
So talk to hand
Give it a rest

Years lost
Relationships tossed
In the haze of
I am on the chase for more

But every day is new
You know Recovery is true
When your mother trust you with her ATM again

Doing time
Gone like a passing cloud
Now I am believed when I say
I am never going back out loud

The circle adds new members
Like dry wood on burning timber
The embers turn quickly to flame
Suddenly there is meaning
When I hear my name

One day at a time
I will never be the same
I am done with the game of shame
And finding someone to blame

All I do now is share in a circle
The recovery I humbly
Yet boldly
Claim