My room in the dry house

I woke this morning

with a dry throat,

I knew that today

would be one of the days

that this would happen

as I was moving

to move on

into life,

out of recovery

my room

with the other empty bed

my room-mate

now gone to gaol in Cardiff

shame

this place is full of shame

shame,

and then hope

and lots of thanks                                sometimes love

thankfully

life saving life,

illness everywhere

and lots of hope

and laughter

and joy

heavy practical teaching

aye

people kind

enough to help

other people the same as themselves,

no doubt

it worked on my sick head

I will take this green room with me

where ever I go

I have lived in love here

which is inside me now,

if I end up sick again

God forbid

I will know that

I am not alone