Tonight the pain becomes a central idea,
a notion, a recall, a, sort of, panacea.
Tonight turns life happy toward celebration,
the opportunity to herald a healthy decision.
What happened then could occur tomorrow,
might even be a possibility without my halo,
for the reality of our lives is a fragile pedestal
we could so easily roll backward and fall.
Tonight, ten years ago, I was on a roller coaster
of confusion and self-pity, yet steadfast the driver.
Tonight, begins, yet again, a simpler chapter,
with fresh drawn binding, and quality paper.
Without hope’s love, I could forever lose my release,
in that lair of addiction, from where I’ve found peace.