I thought about it-
long and hard
and eventually came to the conclusion
that it was worth it.
I figured one more night
wouldn’t out me over the edge
and it didn’t,
but pouring vodka and whiskey
pilfered from my parents liquor cabinet
into empty bottles of hair products
did.
Every time I made an effort to hide
that fact that I was drinking,
it only made me think more that
I was getting worse,
and I was.

As much as I would like to sit here
and share a success story,
I don’t have one;
I’m not one.
I’m not exactly the poster child for
failure
but success is not were I reside.