I’m over 3 months clean
my skin is scrubbed over and over until
clean clear veins
untouched, caged away in my skin
i am beginning again.

praise me, watch my growing from outside in.
tell of my becoming, tell of the smile when i learn to laugh
welcome me back, welcome my absent inner attack, praise how big, how loud I’ve become.

I’m over 3 months clean
and it feels like a welcome home.
You are new, and I know you,
and I’ve missed you.

I don’t rely on that crushing force
I don’t cry over you anymore
You closing my own doors,
locking me inside my head.

But I am over 3 months clean.