As I struggle to regain what I've lost,
My daughters,
once with me,
now gone,
Torn away by false accusations,
at a great cost.
Incarcerated and stripped of liberty,
My mind races while my heart longs,
To hold my children,
close to me,
But addiction,
a battle that never ends.
Manic bipolar type 1,
a double-edged sword,
In the grip of a frenzy,
little control I have,
Taken away by highs and lows,
Unable to hold steady,
life is a frantic dance.
This battle,
a cyclical pattern,
The urge again,
I must resist,
The memories of my past,
a constant reminder,
A future without my girls,
I cannot persist.
But the struggle continues,
One day at a time I must fight,
For the chance to earn back what I lost,
To be a mother again,
shining bright.
Addiction may be my foe,
But the love of my children
will always take hold,
For them, I must face my demons,
And never let my heart grow cold.
So here I stand,
with determination,
To walk the road less taken,
And with each step,
I pray for strength,
To win this war and not be shaken.
For my daughters,
my heart bleeds,
And I'll do whatever it takes,
To free myself from the grip of addiction,
And finally break free from its chains.
I know it won't be easy,
The road ahead is long,
But I'm willing to do whatever it takes,
To prove that I am strong.
Recovery is not a straight line,
There will be ups and downs,
But with the support of those who love me,
I know I can turn my life around.
I'll take it one day at a time,
And celebrate each small victory,
For every moment sober is a win,
And brings me closer to my family.
The weight of addiction may be heavy,
But I won't let it crush me down,
For my daughters,
I'll keep on fighting,
Until the day they're back in my arms,
safe and sound.
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