I feel it again.
The addictive yearning for the sweet burn of euphoria on the rocks.
There are the thoughts again.
More concerning when they creep firm and bore into my heart with grips like claws of ice and fire.
The desire to break my streak of which I'm proud is loud within my ears
and I hear the cries of those I wish to forget.
Sunset falls and the night begets temptations to drink away my time
and smile fake smiles while crying real lies.
Tonight,
minute by hour, inch by mile, day by week, valley to peak
this path, my boots will tread.
I feel it again, but hope has bred tenacity.
I will be
victorious
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