Recovery is a long haul road,
Not paved in gold, but heavy load.
It twists through nights that never end,
And asks more patience than you’d lend.
It’s waking up and still not whole,
It’s patching cracks you can’t control.
One step, then two, then back again—
The dance of loss, the ache of when.
But slowly, like the tide returns,
The strength rebuilds, the courage learns.
A breath gets deeper, days feel wide,
The storm still looms, but so does pride.
No map can rush the healing art,
It grows in silence, beat by heart.
So when it feels like all is stalled,
Remember this: it still is called
Recovery—not just a fall—
And yes, it is a long, long haul.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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