Recovery

In the labyrinth of cravings, a relentless tide,

Addiction's dance, where shadows hide.

A seductive waltz, a deceptive embrace,

In the clutches of dependency, a perilous space.

The substance, a siren's call, a silent plea,

A journey entangled, a soul not free.

In the throes of desire, where whispers entwine,

Addiction's grip, a force malign.

The substance, a phantom, a mirage so sweet,

In the pursuit of pleasure, where consequences meet.

The spiral descends, a labyrinthine course,

Addiction's echo, a remorseful force.

Through the highs and lows, the ecstasy and pain,

A dance with shadows, a soul in chain.

The substance, a fleeting euphoria,

In its grasp, the beginning of a dark saga.

In the silent alleys where struggles reside,

Addiction's whispers, a relentless guide.

The mind a battlefield, emotions at war,

In the clutches of dependency, where cravings soar.

The substance, a false solace, a fleeting peace,

In the pursuit of numbness, a downward crease.

A sanctuary sought in a toxic embrace,

Addiction's tale, a relentless race.

The world outside, a distant land,

In the clasp of cravings, where dreams disband.

The substance, a master, the addict a slave,

In the shadows of dependency, a heart to save.

In the wreckage of choices, where regret prevails,

Addiction's symphony, a chorus of wails.

The substance, a mask, a deceptive guise,

In the mirror of self-destruction, where reflection lies.

Through the wilderness of recovery, a rugged climb,

Breaking the shackles of addiction's rhyme.

The substance, a phantom, fading away,

In the dawning light of a brand-new day.

In the corridors of healing, where courage finds voice,

Addiction's echo, a dwindling noise.

The substance, a memory, a fading stain,

In the tapestry of recovery, a hopeful gain.

Through the twelve steps, a journey untold,

Breaking the chains, embracing the bold.

The substance, a chapter, a distant past,

In the halls of recovery, a resilience amassed.

In the fellowship of those who understand,

Addiction's grip, loosening strand by strand.

The substance, a ghost of battles fought,

In the symphony of recovery, redemption is sought.

Through therapy's embrace, wounds laid bare,

In the quest for healing, for repair.

The substance, a specter, a vanishing ghost,

In the canvas of recovery, a redemption almost.

In the rooms of support, where stories intertwine,

Addiction's shadow, losing its design.

The substance, a relic, a fading scar,

In the sanctuary of recovery, where strength bizarre.

Through relapses and triumphs, a journey unfolds,

Breaking the chains, as the recovery molds.

The substance, a memory, a chapter closed,

In the tapestry of healing, a soul composed.

In the acceptance of vulnerability, where strength is found,

Addiction's whispers, a quieter sound.

The substance, a lesson, a painful truth,

In the journey of recovery, a fountain of youth.

Through amends and forgiveness, a heart made light,

Breaking the shackles, embracing the flight.

The substance, a chapter, sealed in the past,

In the tapestry of redemption, a resilience vast.

In the wisdom of recovery, a phoenix's rise,

Addiction's echoes, fading skies.

The substance, a shadow, a distant hue,

In the canvas of renewal, a soul anew.

Through the twists of fate and the scars that remain,

Breaking free from addiction's chain.

The substance, a memory, a chapter closed,

In the symphony of recovery, a victorious pose.

In the embrace of sobriety, a new dawn,

Addiction's legacy, slowly withdrawn.

The substance, a relic of battles endured,

In the tapestry of recovery, a spirit assured.

Through the labyrinth of addiction's night,

Breaking free, embracing the light.

The substance, a specter, vanishing away,

In the journey of recovery, a brighter day.