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.