People From My Past

Some shine endlessly like stars select I look around. My inner lamp aglow Life is shared with those... fragile as my recovery. We fall and rise undisguised with hunger, and thirst- A promise of ripened fruits, while Kaleidoscopic skies awaken us. People from my past paints the rainbow Feast upon starlit skies; for They speak of snares, The burning of bridges, and Scripts of haste and utter waste. Yet, on stage of life, who rules? The fallen, and Those with hope to rise again, Sobriety speaks. *