A Life Reclaimed.

Recovery is a fragile bloom,

rising from the scorched earth of my past,

a testament to the possibility of renewal.

I remember the depths,

the needle’s embrace,

how it held me in a cold comfort,

promising escape but delivering only chains.

Each day now is a step away,

from that dark pull,

a journey of reclaiming my life,

one breath at a time,

one decision at a time.

The cravings whisper,

like ghosts of old friends,

but I stand firm,

grounded in the promise of a new dawn,

a life beyond the haze.

In the mirror,

I see a face that is both familiar and strange,

etched with lines of struggle,

but also with the glimmer of hope.

I learn to live again,

to feel without the numbing veil,

to find joy in the simple,

to embrace the complexity of a clear mind.

Recovery is not linear,

it is a path with twists and turns,

but each day I choose this road,

I am choosing myself,

a future where I am whole,

where I am free.

I find strength in small victories,

in moments of clarity,

in the support of those who see me beyond my past,

who believe in my future.

This journey is mine,

a testament to resilience,

to the power of change,

to the beauty of a life reclaimed.