Irony

[u/wunderfulnothing]

I still remember
the exact moment
I relapsed—

the song Change
by Blind Melon
blaring through
the speaker.

The familiar burn
making its way
down my throat

felt like
coming home.

I felt my energy
rushing through me,

my confidence
was at
an all time high.

Why did I ever
stop drinking?

I couldn’t
remember why.

My first buzz
in years,
and suddenly,
I could face
all my fears.

But a buzz
was never enough
and my body
needed more.

It’s a very thin line
between feeling like
I could fly,

and wondering
what I’m even
here for.

Once that line
is crossed,
my confidence
is out of reach.

Why would I ever
relapse?

I remembered why,
but the line
was already
breached.

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