In the cycle of life
From Winter to Spring anew,
The circle of living curves,
strongly recycling the best of you.

Think about all the glory there is
Even in a linear point of view.
Nothing beginning is ever ending.
Nothing ending is really through.

I see recovery as a circle
Whose circumference has no ends.
Its roundness rolls with our destiny
Enclosing what is best within.

And, at its very core
Is an abundance of spiritual strength
That binds us to our quest;
That keeps us from the brink
Of giving up a life fulfilled
Because of addictions out of control.
A prison of physical entrapment.
A lock down of the soul.
 

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