A glorious journey

In the depths of despair, lost in the night,
A soul was drowning, out of sight.
Chained by addiction, in a terrible plight,
But within him flickered a tiny light.

A spark of hope, a desire to fight,
To escape the darkness, to seek the light.
He stumbled, he fell, but held on tight,
In his heart, he knew he must set things right.

With courage and strength, he took flight,
Battling his demons with all his might.
Through the pain, through the fright,
He kept his goal, his future, in sight.

From the ashes, he rose, a glorious sight,
No longer a prisoner of the night.
From rags to glory, oh, what a flight,
A beacon now, shining bright.