I told the story
Of my first visit to this place
You know, the underlying reason
I took the blame
Said you had done the right thing
You deserved a life
I did not use your name
But said that without a life
Things must change
I mentioned the young woman
A punk dresser
About to join a closed order
She told me
Vociferously
That I must be creative
I don’t know that this time I helped
Other than that by talking
I might have encouraged others
Those with indelibly raw stories
Still with hurt, still with pain
Seeking some port in which to dock
My recovery began here
And though I was fearful of returning
Sometimes it is good to go back
