Decaf.
A poem from day 4 of a drug and alcohol rehab placement, Good Friday, 2026.
The decaf coffee is finished.
A friend will ask a nurse for more.
Decaf coffee and honey here.
Caffeine would be too much.
Sugar would be too much.
A landline phone in a pantry,
phones locked away on arrival.
Just raw relating.
Losing at chess.
Trading sheep for wood
across late night CATAN.
Breaking open in group.
Breaking bread together.
Pain, triggers and drugs of choice
a world away.
No euphoric recall.
Just raw remembering.
And letter writing
to younger selves.
Writing consequences.
Telling life stories.
Just raw feeling
and holding each other
and the grace
of a Higher Power.
Isaac ,
Exquisitely & tenderly written .
Please let your friends know that they have inspired me to play CATAN for the first time !
Here’s to holding each other and the grace of a Higher Power !
Happy Easter
B