stumble in alone
sit in sullen sorrow
old friend now a foe
Head hurts, hide in corner,
helpless hollow haze;
know no one
Smiling face approaches
hand out, gives his name;
guides me to group of guys
Smoking, joking, swilling coffee
laughter follows story of past problems.
Head of table asks if newcomers.
Weak hand held up
numbly my name escapes
admit possible problem; powerless.
But I manage my life,
make it too work most Mondays.
Afterwards a few fellows find me
suggest I stay sober a single day
just for today, just for myself/
Days draw into weeks, months and more
a day at a time.