six years ago
my body was a storm
shaking like a leaf in autumn
pressed between
two bottles of vodka
and a bed of shame
i watched the light dim
slowly shrinking in my chest
while my hands searched
for a way out
they only found more rubble
more breaking
more ending
but today
i hold myself differently
steady as sunrise
soft as whispered forgiveness
sixty-nine years of falling
and finally
learning how to catch myself
the journey stretched me thin
pulled me raw and aching
but sobriety planted itself
where the emptiness used to grow
and now
every breath feels
like a tiny miracle happening.