Recovery is a ticking clock

a river running

it

does

not

stop

The moment you think the work is done

you are right back where you started

what a party trick

you have to check yourself at the door

no egos allowed

The hard work comes

late in the night

when everything is sleeping

everything but your mind

and that clock that keeps on ticking

seems more like bomb

recovery is waiting for the morning

welcoming the sun

maybe with a smile

one foot in front of the other

moving forward

like a clock

like a river.