Recovery

In shadows deep, addiction's grip takes hold,
A relentless struggle, a story yet untold.
But through the darkness, a flicker of hope does gleam,
A journey of recovery, a chance to redeem.

Each step forward, a battle fought within,
Breaking the chains that held them in sin.
With courage and strength, they face their fears,
Conquering the demons that haunted their years.

A support system, a lifeline extended,
Hands reaching out, never to be offended.
Through therapy and love, they find their way,
Rebuilding their lives, a new path to stay.

The road is challenging, with twists and turns,
But the flame of determination forever burns.
They rise above, like a phoenix in flight,
A testament to the power of inner light.

So let us stand together, hand in hand,
Embracing those in recovery, they understand.
For in their struggle, we find inspiration,
A reminder of the human spirit's transformation.

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