“AA recovery”

In silent rooms with humble chairs aligned,  
We gather, threads unspooling, hope entwined—  
A circle carved from lives once split apart,  
Now stitched with stories, every beating heart.  

The coffee’s bitter, poured with trembling hands,  
A symbol, simple, everyone understands:  
Each steaming cup, an invitation, free  
To step beyond regret, and just *to be*.  

We speak our names into the lamp-lit air,  
Our flaws laid bare, no judgment lingers there.  
Twelve steps like steppingstones across a sea  
Of yesterdays, toward who we long to be.  

Outside, the rain recites its quiet hymn,  
Yet here inside, the future’s not so dim.  
We laugh, we weep, we search for higher ground,  
Discovering in each other what we’d lost, and found.  

From “powerless” we rise anew, and try  
To let resentments melt, and ask the reason why—  
Why hope persists, why every single day  
A miracle unfolds in what we choose to say.  

Hand in hand, with gratitude we part,  
Threads mended now inside each open heart.  
We leave, the world a little lighter grown:  
No longer lost, but never quite alone.

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