Screaming
Liquor here
Illuminating
This dark time of year
I know the comfort
The bottle can bring
Warm like an old friend
That leaves you
Shivering with the Sun
I am aware that
"It runs in my family"
Leaving broken homes
And scars that never heal
But I can be cunning
Outfoxing the inherent patterns
I could easily fall prey to
Somedays I am not worthy
Of the love I am given
And it is easier to numb my body
Silencing the nagging questions
That I will compulsively ask myself
Throughout the day
Moving
Through this life
Translucent like a ghost
Nothing seems to hold
Or ease me
Everything
Passes through me
Leaving me to run
Faster than my past
Holding tight to the belief
That I will not become
Just like my father
Who drinks away his days
Waiting at the racetrack
For that winning ticket
So he can start "living"
His life
While the one he has
Slowly
Escapes him...
~Amber C. Smith
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