Recovery

Autobiography in Five Short Chaptersby Portia Nelson

    I. I walk down the street.


      There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I fall in.
      I am lost…..I am helpless;

        it isn’t my fault.

    It takes forever to find a way out.

    II. I walk down the same street.

      There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I pretend I don’t see it.
      I fall in again.
      I can’t believe I am in the same place;

        but it isn’t my fault.

    It still takes a long time to get out.

    III. I walk down the same street.

      There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I see it is there.
      I still fall in….it’s a habit.

        My eyes are open.
        I know where I am.

    It is my fault.
    I get out immediately.

    IV. I walk down the same street.

      There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I walk around it.

    V. I walk down a different street.