In the shadows of detox's daunting night,
A journey embarked, a relentless fight.
Rough it was - as the ink-black heart confesses,
A Detox Junkie's tale, a saga of impressiveness.
At nineteen years old, began the fateful waltz,
Yet, the melody of release remained at fault.
Not on the first, nor second, third, or fourth,
Each attempt, a battle, a struggle to unearth.
Progressively harder, with each detoxed endeavor,
Until the climax on that February night, forever.
2021, the year of reckoning, a pivotal date,
It was my hardest detox - a cruel twist of fate.
Medically bound, a captive to withdrawal's grip,
The dangerous dance, on the edge of a precipice.
Seizures loomed, like shadows in the night,
Valium given - a lifeline, staving off the fright.
Under medical gaze, it was a precarious existence,
Yet even then, my journey was of persistence.
Nightmares woven in the fabric of sleep,
My screams echoing secrets only the silence could keep.
I was heard in the distance, a hundred meters away,
My echoes of agony, where dreams betray.
Tremors wracked my body, slick with sweat,
Soup untouched, hands trembling, a regret.
Six days of acute detox, a harrowing spree,
A canvas of suffering, painted with agony.
Never again, my vow whispered in despair,
A soul laid bare, in Detox's cruel affair.
And now, the aftermath, a choice is revealed,
One day at a time, a destiny unsealed.
No more the clutches of that noxious grasp,
A phoenix rising with a tumultuous gasp.
In the echoes of that tortured refrain,
A Detox Junkie breaks free from the chain.
Through the fire, a resilience was to find,
A choice to live, one day at a time.
