Self-Growth
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No matter how distraught we feel
Lost, lonely, and without appeal
Poetry reminds us we’re not alone,
That everyone else is also prone,
1 year
12 months
366 days
Every path was altered
Every fiber of skin was touched differently
The morning I grew sober was like none other before.
One day the snow was heavy, and the next my worries had ceased.
I was a new man: outspoken instead of quiet, kind instead of moody.
I am no longer the same
but I am still me,
no longer scared
but able to see.
The confidence that was
locked
deep inside of me.
The people I had,
and the people I have
