“TREE OF ADDICTIONS”
I live in this wretched, yet blessed tree.
From it’s gnarly clutches I will never be free.
Though this mighty Yew is rooted in pain,
Spirituality has rinsed my suffering with gentle rain.
Indeed, my safe perch of sobriety is precarious,
Yet, I love where I am -please don’t think it hilarious.
Each day I must strive to stay safe in Yew branches,
Lest the looming specter of relapse makes successful advances
The Taproot of Shame never quite withers.
But my spiritual shift stunts it -like mighty scissors.
My dark past is now my most valued treasure.
Sharing it, and the Way Out, is more than a pleasure.
So, you see.
I’m inextricably linked with this treacherous tree.
No. Thanks to this toxic Yew, I’m a good human being.
Blessed to help tend the watch fires of love that keep us all seeing…..