I wait for my turn
as keynote speaker to tell
my story, my tale
Each day, I might learn
recovery is too hard
in the past, I fell
cast aside, too pale
as if love were just a word
No one drops their guard
I am now alone
as if I once had a choice
may all be as one
Enticing a voice
restless as a child unheard
insistent and strong
callous to forget
as loud as pre-dawn birdsong
Nothing new, regret
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