Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see?
Thoughts of who I was,
and who I ought to be.
The thought of love, and the
thought of hate
the thought of internal despair
was all too great
My first thought was of a drink.
‘Chip off the ole’ block’
a daughter paying for her
by becoming exactly like him.
Loss of family, loss of friends
loss of my own sanity
that was blown away by the wind.
I often wonder within my thoughts;
would things be any different
if I never became a drunk?
Thoughts of regret still fill me inside,
although the bottle was put aside.
My recovery is a work in progress
Yet, it’s my mental state I try to keep at bay.
I don’t miss the day’s when the bottle was my life,
I simply take each day in stride,
One moment at a time.