Sobriety

Creatures

The walls collapse, the rusted crown has collapsed within itself, there is only hope from here, so say the angels upon this rusted crown.
My vision is cleared so much so that self reflection is blinding as if it is the holy light sending me home to our maker.
Alas, there is nothing at the end of the tunnel, nothing but peace as the walls of my mansion collapse I'm able to see the world for what it truly is.
We are all creatures of our own making, slaves to substance craving the dopamine from the smallest things that carry us through the day.
We are creatures, we are human.

Thank you to whoever reads or has read this little project of mine I really appreciate you taking the steps through sobriety with me. This has helped me get sober over the last few months I've grown closer to myself and to my loved ones.
My advice? If you ever get the urge to drink or take a hit whatever you're vice may be just write instead. Pour your heart out onto paper or screen someone out there will resonate and understand.
You are not alone.