Let It Be Known
I called it done the day I put it down,
Like quitting was the cure for all I’d known.
But healing isn’t tidy, safe or sound –
It’s slow and real and built when you’re alone.
Sobriety began to clear the haze,
But clarity can cut as much as mend.
It cracked me open in a thousand ways,
And made me face the parts I used to bend.
The real repair came later – sharp and true –
In therapy, in pain I used to flee,
In naming shadows I once never knew,
And sitting with the darkest parts of me.
Not drinking saved my life, but let it be known:
The work that saved my soul, I did alone.
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