Your relapse

In the teetering realm of self-control,
Where addiction's chains encase the soul,
Lies an epoch of relentless battle,
A journey that leaves the heartstrings rattled.

A relapse is not a whispered defeat,
But a stumbling stone in a winding street.
Despite the torment, despite the pain,
It's a lesson learned, not a loss in vain.

It's the savage storm before the calm,
A healing balm with piercing qualm,
The shattering of glass so clear,
In shards and fragments, we see fear.

Yet, within the heart’s resilient core,
Bounces back the vigor to explore,
Beyond the shadows of despair,
Into the light of cleaner air.

The thrill of the chase, the hunt, the game,
Blind to the aftermath, the shame,
The sway of vice, tantalizing,
Addiction’s melody, hypnotizing.

Dancing on the edge of precarious cliffs,
Feeling the pull, the seductive whiffs,
Then tumbling back into the abyss,
In the wake of fleeting, hollow bliss.

But hear this tale of strength and will,
Of spirits unbroken, unquenchable still.
It sings of the phoenix in its glory,
Emerging from relapse, a victorious story.

A relapse is not the final scene,
But a stepping stone, a change in routine.
With every fall, a rise awaits,
The dawn of hope, the slates it re-creates.

So tread the path of strife and struggle,
With every stumble, let resolve double.
For every relapse, tells its own story,
Of resilience, power, and Goddess Morrigan's glory.