There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes me a long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I am lost…I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. 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.
An addict fell in hole and couldn’t get out (parable for recovery)
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place but, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. III. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. it's a habit. my eyes are open I know where. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in… it's a habit… but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. III I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes me a long time to get out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in. It's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am.
Black Hole (Poem) Black hole, Poems, Event horizon
Poem by Portia Nelson I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost, I am hopeless. It isn't my fault! It takes forever to find a way out. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in.again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But. it isn't my fault. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes me a. The Hole The progression of multiple relapse and recovery I. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lostI am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. II. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in… it's a habit. My eyes are open. I.
Leo McGarry's Guy Falls in a Hole Speech Leo mcgarry, Guys, Speech
THERE'S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK. A Poem by Portia Nelson:. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.. I get out immediately. 4) I walk down the same streetThere is a deep hole in the sidewalk.. I walk around it. 5) I walk down a DIFFERENT. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. III I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in.it's a habit My eyes are open; I know where I am; It is my fault. I get out immediately. IV I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place! But it isn't my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. There is a deep hole in the side walk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter 3 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I fall in….it's a habit…but my eyes are open. I know.
Life's Big Hole Poem by Seema Chowdhury Poem Hunter
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. There's Hole in my Sidewalk. A poem by Portia Nelson. Chapter 1 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 2 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.
