incidental
yet so real –
to not be seen,
in ones recovery…
enigmatic as sight
must seem,
to one who cannot see!
how did the great,
become –
recumbent,
good?
night used to shower us in starlight;
prelude to morning sun…
ostentatious as full-moon!
but now,
there is no hole in the shroud of darkness…
and finding our – selves –
all alone,
intensifies the insecurity…
life raft – lost at sea.
addiction,
without the comfort of –
an addict!
standing too close to the edge 