Forrest of Recovery

Got to ride the Zip line at work today
Reflecting on what we really do!

Harnessed for a thrill
On a zip line hill
Repairing the souls
Of some who killed

Grounded in midair
To a new found care
The Love of Brothers
In a forrest of trust
Teaching art of loving yourself
In the dare


To remove the lust
Of a mind addicted to distraction

To engage in The Work
Recover is Action

To make Amends
To end the Pretend
To own your behavior
While feeling your very real hurt

To seek and give forgiveness
Is the cure for the illness
That drives us to death prison and madness

Scares remain
The prescription the same
For pain managed by the day

The reward is the thrill
Of a life Lived
Feet on the ground
Surrounded by people
Who love you
And who want You
To be around