Distraction
An acrostic poem
Drink!
Imbibe!
Succumb to one more
Tipple rather than taking any
Responsibility or
Acknowledging how
Crappy things are.
Toast to something silly;
Raise your glass and the roof; make everyone laugh
Always the life and soul of the party but
Coursing underneath the bluster -
Terrible secrets and sorrow.
Immerse yourself in the present is what you always say but
Only you know what simmers beneath the surface.
No-one sees your darkness, you won’t allow it. So pour another and sing along.
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Beth Sarah
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For friends who are close enough to discern through the masks we wear & become present where we truly live.