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The Co-Dependency Blues

We sit in a loose circle,  always ready to shift, 
or offer our place for a late-arriver;
just another soul who's been left adrift
in this sea of turmoil, just another survivor.

We talk, well, some do, but some don't;
but we all listen.... that's for certain,
because where we've been, others won't,
I think that's another reason we're always hurting.

Why do they do all that stuff??!!?  We sure wish we knew.
We can never understand it, like, what's the big lure?
In the end, all that stuff just leaves us feeling so blue. 
It's a damn shame, there isn't a cure, that's for sure.

I guess, we are as close as we'll come,
to a cure, that is, for this loose circle of people sharing,
but it only works for some.
But at least, at least, there's always the caring.

We give that to each other, the others,
in this loose circle, the ones who can speak,
or can't speak, about their husbands, or wives or fathers or mothers,
well, some people only want to go over their crummy week.

Which is fine...because there's always something to learn,
if you listen, really listen with an open heart,
you can hear someone's life start to make a real turn
for the better, well, sometimes just only a start.

Like Step 1, where they say that WE have no power.
Hell, everyone knows that, don't they?  I mean,
you don't really need to hear people talk for an hour
to know that, heck, it's like saying trees are green.

We repeat those steps, numbers one through twelve
even though other people ask us, "Why do YOU have to?"
Well, because we too, have to look deep into ourselves,
or we'd spend all out time thinking about "Y-o-u k-n-o-w w-h-o".

Shhhhh,. You know,  the ones with  'A-N-O-N-Y-M-I-T-Y',
the ones with no consonants in the name that they use,
not like us; our name sounds like a Middle Eastern city.
But that's okay with me, because I don't need an excuse. 

I KNOW I need to be here, with the other survivors,
moving chairs around, or giving up my spot
in the loose circle for another late-arriver,
because, well, my spot and this circle, are really all that I've got.

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