Step Two ( 12 Steps AA/NA- Step 2: Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity)
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I want to tell her that God is anything she wants it to be and that

Step Two ( 12 Steps AA/NA- Step 2: Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity)

I want to tell her that God is anything

she wants it to be and that

the Serenity Prayer is bullshit.

God is what fills the space between

those little white lines.

God is the smoke in your lungs

shooting you to the moon

on its way down to rock bottom.

God is the change you refuse to accept,

the acceptance you’re unwilling to change

and courage you never knew was yours.

God is a chronic relapser on his 25th day

of rehab at his 6th treatment facility.

He can recite the 12 steps, make coffee

attend 90 meetings in the next 90 days,

introduce himself by his past behaviors

as to not stand out among strangers

with only one friend in common.

He can introduce himself by name but

hasn’t a clue who he is or wants to be.

He can blabber on and on

telling drug war story after another

to an anonymous group yet

nothing terrifies him more than sharing

the wars his heart survived with the heart

of another human being.

God is vulnerability dressed up

in love’s boldest hues

of honesty and kindness

stitched with willingness

and worthiness that is

the fabric of your being.

God is the woman standing in line

every morning at the methadone clinic.

They say she’s not clean but won’t hear

that she’s been up before the sun

everyday for the last 5years.

Two hours to make it to the clinic before work

to get in a pill

what she can buy around the corner

in a few bags in less than 5 mins.

She hasn’t relapsed or missed a dose

since the day her cries

for help were answered.

She doesn’t want to hear how the

government traded one drug for another;

she’s just grateful to be alive

without a needle in her arm

and dope in her veins.

Their judgments ring loud (never true)

after the meeting

sitting in a booth

at the diner

as she refills their coffee.

God is the love of your life telling you

there are better things to inhale;

there are better ways to erase your identity

than burning your fingerprints off

with a glass pipe.

God is the lightbulb moment you realize

your name is not synonymous with “addict”.

You are made up of so much

more than just your pain

and all the ways

you tried to anesthetized it.

We all try to bury our pain

and deadbolt the past.

It takes bravery unearthing it,

but courage is standing barefaced into

the depths of your own destruction and

trusting to rebuild yourself stronger.

God is the moment you know the tools

have always been in your hands.

God is a wielded sword cutting you free

from all sense of Powerlessness.

God is the reflection in the sanguine puddle

staring back at you.

There are a hundred ways to get high

and only one that matters.

*I can see the magic in everything she does...*

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