Tabula Rasa

All the pages seemed to be empty
The first time I came to recovery.
For the blackouts had removed pain
But I learned that no pain-no gain.

The invisible ink was hard to read
As it was clouded by an unreal need.
I had to learn how to open the book
Because I was told I needed to look.

For in those pages my answer lied
And to read I had to overcome pride.
I wrote new pages over invisible ink
As each day insights made new links.

Broken passageways came to neural net.
Things forgotten I had retained, yet.
Dendrites and axons began to regrow.
All my synapses started to glow.

Barren wastelands spouted oasis anew.
I was able to be honest even with you.
The journey of my quest of many miles
Was rewarded by warm feelings and smiles.