One step at a time,
but sometimes I can’t find my footing.

One day at a time,
but they pass too quickly with little progress
and growing hopelessness.

One moment at a time,
but time is a construct reminding everyone they are too busy.

One thought at a time,
but they swarm like bees
in my overworked brain without
the sweet tasting silence that it needs.

Why is recovery so tedious and slow?
How can pain be so sudden, yet
healing last a lifetime?

When I look at my timeline and the progress I’ve made,
I have no more room.
The achievements are few on my page.

Recovery takes a lifetime.
A sacrifice for ones better self.
Time and effort to heal and accept that wrong things can be made right.

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