Battling the Bottle Poem

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Fighting the Bottle, the Battle of Will
A tale of courage, a journey uphill
With every sip, its grasp grows tight,
A shadow lurking in the night,
A foe disguised as a friend,
A battle fought until the end.
At first, the taste, sweet and smooth,
A comfort sought to soothe,
But soon it grips, a vicious hold,
A trap that's cunning, cruel, and bold.
With strength and will, the fight begins,
A struggle against the bottle's sins,
A battle waged both day and night,
To break its grip, to see the light.
Through tears and sweat, the fight is long,
With stumbling steps, but standing strong,
Fighting urges, cravings, fears,
Conquering doubts, shedding tears.
And with each victory, a step ahead,
A newfound freedom, no longer led,
A life regained, a soul set free,
A brighter future yet to be.
So raise a toast, to battles won,
To overcoming, and rising sun,
A journey fought with heart and might,
A victory won, a shining light.