"The Climb Back"
I woke in the hush where the silence screams,
A life once lived in haunted dreams.
Shadows curled round every breath,
A dance too close with grief and death.
The bottle whispered lullabies,
The needle sang of fleeting skies,
But morning always pulled me down—
A wreckage wearing yesterday’s crown.
But one faint spark can light the way,
A trembling hand that dares to pray.
One tear can cleanse the poisoned past,
A step, though small, can hold me fast.
Each day, a war of will and flame,
Each breath, a chance to choose my name.
I learn to walk on broken stone,
But find, somehow, I’m not alone.
The weight is real—but so am I,
And I no longer need to fly
To flee the pain I used to drown—
I build a life, I stand my ground.
Scars do not mean that I am weak,
They show the battles I don’t speak.
And though the night may still appear,
The dawn now finds me crystal clear.
I’m not who I was—I’m something more,
A soul that crawled up from the floor.
Recovery, not just a word—
It’s every truth I ever heard.
