ten nights,
my glass held nothing
but water and light.
ten mornings,
i woke to myself
instead of forgetting.
tonight,
my heart spilled open
and the world drank me in.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
ten nights,
my glass held nothing
but water and light.
ten mornings,
i woke to myself
instead of forgetting.
tonight,
my heart spilled open
and the world drank me in.
this one is about the small victories on my sobriety journey.
August 13, 2025.
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