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The Sidewalk, The Hole, and the Insanity

Recently I sent out an email to announce an up coming Ann Arbor Women’s Group event. The email was lopsided because the right side bar had a bunch of empty space so I decided to find a poem to fill that space. I googled “poems about addiction” and the poem There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson popped up.

“Perfect!”, I thought, “What a beautiful metaphor for addiction.” If you missed it in the email, here it is again:

There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: An Autobiography in Five Short ChaptersFall In
By Portia Nelson

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
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