Fragility
for your pride
you get
a new bottle
firmly armed
with looming disaster
keep the lid on
steady as she goes
all hands on deck
arrows point the way
to battle stations
well worn from
overuse
tread carefully
between the
eggshells
crushed
and lying on
the deck
© 2010 J.H.
originally published at pearljam.com
This entry was posted on November 16, 2013 by Moonbeam. It was filed under NEW!, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and was tagged with addict, addiction, alcoholic, battle stations, enabling, fragility, living with an alcoholic, new, poem, poetry, writing.
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