By Dede H.
Cloistered in my bed where I write
Love visits me everyday on my tray
This food emanates brilliant radiance
I’ve lived a colorful life filled with rage
Over involved valor is now discarded
Radical acceptance is taking its place
My Higher Powers do not need me
Every day I race to find sustenance
They show me where the good food is
Nutrition floats in your eyes with Grace
Bits and pieces of surrender teach me
Enter the galley of this anonymous ship
Sobriety cooks—thank God you’re here
Group of Drunks I revere your seats
It’s a liquid friendship we worship to eat
