Drink.

At times I drink to have a laugh

A cheery time to clink glasses

Bring down walls built

Through days of work and grit

Others times – to make the edges fuzzy

Forget the pain and tragedy

Relinquish who I long to be

A therapist would say

I need to feel the pain in a raw way

Not the one – that alcohol dulls

I do wonder when

I won’t need it any longer.

One day I will accept

The realist version of me.