Self-Growth
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You didn’t like what was happening,
so you walked straight out the door.
Yet, instead of staying quiet,
you fuss about things more
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
