Golden sunlight falls across the face of a wall clock.

A Poem for The Addict Still Struggling

Written by, River B.

Hour one: put it down

Hour two: tell someone

Hour three: get to a meeting

Hour four: it’s Higher Power I’m seeking

Hour five: listen, journal, cry

Hour six: you gotta stay alive

Hour seven: stay with the pack

Hour eight: flush the stash

Hour nine: okay, now breathe

Hour ten: stay in your seat

Hour eleven: first step, remember

Hour twelve: it starts with surrender

Published in A New Leaf – November 2026


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