Listening to every heart
When The Problem is Really Over
She had been a senior, but only seventeen,
and senior night was to be her come-true dream,
a time of wishes, fantasy, fairytales come true
“Days of Wine, and Roses…and you.”
She in truth didn’t appreciate then
she’d be faced with problems when
she took her first cool, illegal sip
that all of life’s resolutions should slip.
At first the calming lure of the wine
was held at bay, she was in control and fine;
no real problems, although a divorce
stemmed from alcohol, his problem, not hers, of course.
She abhorred greatly drunks and winos ~
she purchased her drinks with social grace;
she never really saw the mirror’s reflection
when she held it up close to her face.
When she saw cheerless advertisements,
of drivers weaving, driving drunk
she knew when she was behind the wheel
she was fine, but watched out for the other drunks.
As she grew older and more into reflection
she silently admitted she might have an addiction,
but it was her life, by God, and life’s demands
softened in the evenings with a drink in her hand.
Of course arguments reigned, money was tight,
each drink led to disagreements every night;
and as she would lay in her drunken state,
her mind would think “tomorrow’s not too late…
……for I should stop this endless ride,
of feeling ashamed, that I should hide
my problems from all, why everyone knows;
it’s up to me, out the wine I should throw.”
It was not easy, she did it mostly alone,
for the miserable destruction of others lives, she would atone,
and she took it slow, one day at a time
flinging herself into real life, and away from the life of wine.
Little things she gladly discovered first,
as in that all of her insecurities passed,
other things with her children grew better yet,
and all of her relationships would now last;
Her whole inner self and physical being
seemed to gain a brighter perspective,
and now she knew her thoughts were clear
when she would wax reflective.
Well, a long thirty years of drinking wine
unbelievably, Thank God, left a resolve so fine
that when she then kicked her habits, she kicked well,
thanks be to God, she was left with this tale to tell.
10 January, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow