In these pages, addiction is not a statistic.
It is a storm.
A horizon. A long walk through night toward breath again.
With raw honesty and haunting imagery, Serge Gelineau transforms cravings into coordinates and scars into direction. These poems do not offer easy answers.
They offer recognition, survival, and the rare choice of tomorrow.
For anyone who has wrestled with escape,
for anyone learning how to stay,
this book is a reminder that
even from fire,
a map can be drawn.