Intoxication
Paper Poetry Prompt#3

Stuck Between a rock And a hard place Is love enough To blast through the facade Upon your drunken face?
Is it real? Is it deluded?
Venomous words Spit from your mouth Fear, pain, unworthiness Move hand to glass Glass to mouth Ingrained compulsion
Liquid courage driving the brain
A week away from words A week away from intoxication Deal Done
Three days Glimpse of a new way Tools on holiday False sense of control
BANG!
Tears Reaction relapse Ego flair Attempts to reason Futile upon inebriated ears
Tiny voice of wisdom Stay calm Don’t listen The words aren’t real
Paralytic slumber Daybreaks Guilt worn upon your shoulders Booze is a bastard To the lips of an addict
There are no easy answers or labels when it comes to dealing with alcoholism.
Each path is unique.
There is no doubt that getting help is essential — BUT — I feel it is just as important knowing that the road will get blurry with others’ expectations and the infinite offerings of tools.
Owning what is and taking a step is only the beginning. It is a life-long process.
The serenity prayer has been the guiding force underlying all the tools and programs I have encountered so far —
“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time. Enjoying one moment at a time. Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace”
I have a deep sense of connection to my partner, despite our imperfections. I can’t force. I can’t control. All I can do is take one day at a time and trust what is. Make the best decision I can at the time with what I know to be true. For me. For us. For our family.

Thanks to Suntonu Bhadra for the honour of selecting a phrase for this week’s Paper Poetry prompt.
Funny how what I had in mind at the time ended up being a complete contrast to what flowed in the end.
Words and thoughts changing once more from page to screen.
Living, life and hindsight always at play.
Thanks for reading
Thanks for being you





