Friday dawned this early morn’,
It found me fresh and feisty.
Despite a night of broken sleep,
I woke and roused quite nicely.
The day began as oft it does,
My breakfast brought before me.
Devoured perusing morning news,
Then washed down with my chai tea.
I lounged and lazed and lolled about,
Then leapt and rushed to shower.
As happens on a daily base,
I had forgot the hour.
Recovery demands a plan,
For what and when to luncheon.
I stuck to it and felt a hint,
Of pride, and strength, and freedom.
Then as the afternoon approached,
I left to visit grandma.
All hell broke loose the moment that,
I faced her strange demeanour.
Tea and cakes and chocolate balls,
I scoffed in wild abundance.
Washed down with guilt and self loathing,
But quick, I took a fun chance.
I chose instead to stop the hate,
And practice self forgiveness.
Then in a flash I quickly found,
My head had learned to stress less.
I left the home, my head held high,
I felt I’d turned a corner.
For while a slip may oft occur,
It doesn’t last forever.
I toddled home with happy thoughts,
And wandered in the kitchen.
I made a pot of lentil soup,
And ate with good nutrition.
For many moons I’ve sought to find,
The answer to my problems.
It seems to me I’ve finally felt,
A sense of hope and freedom.
The days may come and go with flux,
And all my acts seems random.
But if I just believe I can,
My past I can abandon.