The Choice

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There is only one answer 
I want to hear 
When I ask each day
To myself
Can I drink ever again? 

Part of me believes 
I have a choice
Can you believe
That I can't believe 
"I'm an alcoholic"

I know
Wine is my drug
I must remember
It is the great lie that 
Addiction comes looking the way I think

Not what you've read 
Drunk, poor luck, addict, abuser
Not you and definitely not me
We are quiet drinkers 
The fun never stops

Yes I am one of the secret collection
Built this way
Having the same glass of wine again and again
Who in the mirror
Cannot meet my own eye

I have this image in my head
Of a future scene
That almost didn’t happen
It is my daughter

My age now and I am much older
She sees me
At dinner
Not drinking

As she always has
Nothing different
Nothing remarkable
But what she does not know is

There is another reality
A different future
That never happened
But was once inevitable

In which she sees me at dinner
Enjoying wine
As I always have
Nothing remarkable, nothing different

Except this time, she wonders if I 
Have a problem
This sucking question 
Will possess her every drink at her own dinner table:
Will my daughter inherit this from me?

It will be her choice
Just as it is mine
Beginning today
As it always does
And always will

My daughter will lack this question
Free from the parasite that didn't take
Seeing herself as she is
Looking herself in the eye
Never knowing another way

Published by jchmcpherson

Arts, Education and Writing

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