Struggling With The Beast Within Poem by Lisa Stewart

In the throes of a tempest, unseen but felt,
A soul battles shadows, where despair is dealt.
Each breath a skirmish, invisible and raw,
Against the relentless pull of addiction's claw.

Nights meld into days, a blur without end,
Chasing elusive solace around each bend.
A longing to escape from a mind's confined jail,
With every attempt, seemingly to no avail.

Voices of temptation whisper secrets, so sweet,
Promising relief, in deceitful deceit. The struggle, internal, a ceaseless war, Between what is and what must be, the core.

Memories faded, like old photographs gray,
What was bright and vivid now shadows in play.
Hope flickers like a candle in a stormy gale,
A fragile light against a narrative so pale.

Yet in this darkness, there's a steady hum,
A deeper calling where change can come.
With grit and with grace, steps forward are made,
Through sheer force of will, debts to darkness paid.

For each moment of weakness, there's strength anew,
A testament to the resilience we accrue.
To fight is to hope, to stand after you fall,
In the heart of addiction, recovery calls.