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He doesn’t miss the whiskey,

he doesn’t miss the wine

he’s been free of it all 28 years,

going on 29.

The day he laid the bottles down

was one of the best days of his life,

Now he helps others who are where he was,

he’s pointing them all toward the light

By: J.N.R Dutton

Crying Out

Earlier, I stumbled across some poetry

Deep & dark as raven’s wings

that just seemed to scream “read me”

I didn’t go seeking it specifically

Driven by any morbid curiosity

but it had elements & feelings

deeply familiar to me,

Like anguish & grief

I could totally understand it all

It felt like the writer was in a place

That not long ago, I used to be

Crying out for healing

Longing to be free

By:J.N.R Dutton