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Rehab
May 30, 2016
My pain wasn’t
visible or
able to be
touched like a
broken bone or a
black eye.
Internalling
fractured
I wasn’t handed a
pamphlet:
“How to Properly Recover.”
Family
Friends
Religion
The community
Obliviously
they were
my
counselors.
Being my company, they
guided me with their
affection
and they
cared to my
inner
wounds.
They
acknowledged
my pain without
having to speak because
they understood
that I didn’t need drugs;
They were my medication.
© Alexa T., Pompton Plains, NJ
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