Liquid Recovery
She closed her eyes
And took a breath
Would this be how
She'd meet her death
Awash upon
A liquid wave
Or could her life
Somehow be saved
She filled the glass
To full again
And raised a toast
To numb the pain
She put the vessel
To her lips
She took two gulps
And then two sips
She grimaced with
A tearing eye
Then blew hot breath
Through painful sigh
She sat there in
The TV's glow
She heard the words
From unknown show
It mattered not
She didn't care
She only sat
With vacant stare
Her face was numb
Her eyes were glazed
Her ears were deaf
Her brain was hazed
The next thing that
She recognized
Was sunlight from
The morning sky
The glass was spilled
Beside her chair
She saw it but
She didn't care
The bottle held
Three final sips
And so she put
It to her lips
It cleared the fog
And stopped the shakes
She told herself
"That's what it takes"
She staggered to
Her rubber knees
And stumbled off
To take a pee
Then standing there
In bathroom light
She saw a face
That gave her fright
With sagging eyes
And ragged hair
Her disbelief
Returned her stare
She placed her hands
Upon her cheeks
Rubbed up and down
And gave a shriek
"This can't be me!!"
She told herself
"I've placed my life
Upon a shelf"
Right there and then
She vowed to change
To look at life
And re-arrange
Today she lives
A different life
Alcohol free
And shining bright
For the Paula Swanson contest
"And With A Sip"
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