Bastille of Hope

Lost yet found

I volunteer

as one in personal Recovery

choosing to do service

in an arena

in which I

am naïve ~

intrinsically naïve.

Invited by a chair leader

somehow finding the right place.

A front desk angel

welcomes and directs my journey.

Anticipating fragility and anguish

I find myself

traversing deeper

and deeper

and ever more deeply

into lock after gated lock of

corridors ~

long hallways with

double-doored security ~

into entrails of

psychiatric purgatory

all called

lockdown

rehab.

Residents

alive

wanting to change

willing to change

though seemingly stuck

scared

searching.

Glimmers of

hope

bounce off

neutral

painted

institutional

walls.

Eyes plead.

Honored am I

to witness this world.

A bastille

of hope.

April 7, 2017
Gainesville, Florida  
Prompt: Initial Visit to Rehab to Introduce AA as a possibility;
Art Flower by Fawn Rising

 

Writing/Photography/Illustrations by FawnRising©2017
April 7, 2017
Le Lac du mon Père
Crystal Lake Florida United States of America Earth