Rehab One

Let’s say you had a setback.
Let’s say you had to face facts.
You’ll never get back

To where you were yesterday,
To what used to be okay
And nothing more, just okay.

There’s a crimped trajectory
To crawl, called recovery,
You can’t track by reverie.

You can gasp and creep along,
Refuse to accept all’s wrong,
Find what’s left that’s strong,

Or you can sink down thinking
It’s all down from here. Don’t think.