sober october keeps popping up,
adorned as a choice
to cleanse ourselves.
i don’t have that —
it’s been put in a cage.
but slowly,
gently,
i’m taking it back,
keeping the chains.
they’re my lifeline
for survival.
the blood in my veins
is not diluted
with earthy red anymore,
it runs clear,
untouched and pure,
reflecting my sobriety
and the clarity
of my soul.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
sober october keeps popping up,
adorned as a choice
to cleanse ourselves.
i don’t have that —
it’s been put in a cage.
but slowly,
gently,
i’m taking it back,
keeping the chains.
they’re my lifeline
for survival.
the blood in my veins
is not diluted
with earthy red anymore,
it runs clear,
untouched and pure,
reflecting my sobriety
and the clarity
of my soul.
i guess i'm doing the challenge!
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