that I faced a fork in the road.
One was angry, violent, and antisocial.
A klepto that stole pills from sick grandparents
and money from boyfriends who'd worked hard for it.
Another path was of self-reflection and healing;
making friends and loving others' company.
The latter is a road
that has me sixth months clean.
I think about how scary I used to be,
and I'm glad I left that behind.