In the quiet dawn, I stand anew,
Leaving shadows behind, embracing what's true.
No fog to cloud the mind's bright light,
Just steady steps through day and night.
Sobriety, a gentle breeze,
Washes away the past's disease.
In clarity, I find my way,
A brighter dawn, a brand new day.
Strength in choice, a steady flame,
Free from chains, I claim my name.
With each breath, I grow more whole—
A sober heart, a fearless soul.
Copyright 9/26/2025
~P.C. Snider
