Alive.

Awake again, 5am.
Mind blissfully empty.

The temptations set in.
Resist resist resist
don't give in.

Alive.

Relapsed or not, doesn't matter.
The day will go on regardless.

Alive.

Eat breakfast, shower, feed the pets.
All the usual routines.
Leaving just enough time to watch
mindless YouTube slop before work.

Alive.

Packages and packages,
dirt and grunge, machines humming.

10 miles walked in 4 hours, sweat-soaked,
body stooped from the labor.
Who needs a gym membership
when your job is a constant workout?

Alone.

The loneliness is back.
I should call a friend, ask for prayer, something.
The urges are back, feeding off of the...