![]() In Portia’s poem she learns from her mistakes and finally has the power to get out of the hole and walk down a different street. “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” I walked down the same street and fell in the same hole for 20 years until my Higher Power and my friends intervened. Over and over and over and over (ad infinitum)… I sought my old street. Those days were gone but I couldn’t seem to accept that. I walked down that cold dark street of hell hoping every time it would be like the street of the old days, but it wasn’t. While in the hole I was full of self-pity, terror, bewilderment, frustration and despair. While I was in “the hole” I blamed others, justified, rationalized and defended my right to walk down the same street. I no longer want to walk down the old street. My Higher Power removes my obsession to walk down the wrong street. My hole-aholic friends guide me toward another street. I want to walk down the street because this time I think it will be different, The loving hand of God gentle pulls me from the hole. I can’t seem to get out of the hole this time. I obsess about the street when I’m not walking down it. I fall in the even deeper hole in the sidewalk. This time it’s harder to get out… But I still don’t care The hole in the sidewalk has gotten deeper. I can’t wait to walk down the street again. I get out of the hole (with help from my family). Where has this street been my whole life? I’m no poet, so it’s not really a poem, in the true sense of the word, but I did my best. ![]() I thought, if I were to write the same sort of poem, would it be that simple? Was my journey toward recovery like that? So I decided to write my own version of Portia’s poem. So I revisited the poem and really read it this time. ![]() It was suggested by an A2WG board member that I put the poem in a blog post. I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open. There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: An Autobiography in Five Short Chapters “Perfect!”, I thought, “What a beautiful metaphor for addiction.” If you missed it in the email, here it is again: I googled “poems about addiction” and the poem There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson popped up. The email was lopsided because the right side bar had a bunch of empty space so I decided to find a poem to fill that space. Recently I sent out an email to announce an up coming Ann Arbor Women’s Group event.
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