Poem
By Gerardo Esquivel
As I inhale the aroma
There’s a difference in the air I’m breathing
Prosperity fills my lungs
It’s sobriety, it’s growth, it’s spiritual healing
My mind is no longer shackled
Styrofoam cups no longer define me
With each step, I accumulate progression
I look in my rearview and see addiction behind me
Who would’ve known? My rock bottom would elevate
My mind, my spirit, my health
I had the whole world in my hands
I had to lose it all just to find myself
As I exhale
I can’t seem to help it
I notice my breath is calm
The ice on my heart has melted
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