In the grip of glass, a decade lost, Lover, money, career, all paid the cost. Father's eyes, now closed in sorrow, Neglectful care, a bitter tomorrow.

Like time slipped through a hollow sieve, Living for the high, no room to grieve. But in the shadow of a father's last breath, A choice arose from the depths of death.

To end it all, or rise once more, From the wreckage of a life ignored. At forty-three, a second chance found, To break the chains that held you bound.

Alone, friendless, in the grip of despair, Depression's weight heavy to bear. A battle fought, though not easily.

Can it be said life's better now? Uncertain, with furrowed brow. Yet amidst the struggle, a glimmering light, A will to live, to stand and fight.

Time lost in haze, impossible to mend, But forward you march, determined to amend. Recovery's path, rugged and steep, But in the heart's depths, a promise to keep.

Ready to fight, for each dawn's grace, In the journey of healing, finding your place. Though challenges linger, daunting and vast, In the midst of it all, a future at last.