Three Hundred Days

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Three hundred days since I let it go -

the bottle, the blur, the endless low.

Three hundred nights of learning to stay

To sit with the ache instead of slipping away.

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Three hundred steps through doubt and fear.

Through trembling hands that clutched at prayer.

Each one a lesson, a breath reclaimed.

A promise to live - though nothing’s the same.

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Three hundred days of finding my name.

Beneath the guilt, beneath the shame.

Of meeting the soul I’d left behind.

And daring to treat her with something kind.

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Three hundred mornings I’ve opened my eyes.

And faced the truth no drink disguises:

That life, in its raw and unsteady grace.

Is still worth loving, still worth the chase.

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Three hundred days - and I’ve not walked alone,

I was lifted up when I couldn’t stand on my own.

They taught me laughter can heal the pain,

and how to begin again and again.

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And now I stand where the road bends wide.

With faith enough to walk, not hide.

The future unwritten, the past laid to rest -

I’m still here, still sober, still doing my best.

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Three hundred days of learning to be.

A woman I trust, at peace, and free.

Not perfect, not finished, but finding her way.

And grateful - so deeply - for 300 days.