She had this beautiful glass frame
Looked through it every day
Felt its imperfections they were perfect to her
Intriguing one of a kind
Hands of an alcoholic they shook
The frame showed the alcoholics reflection
The frame asked “what’s wrong, beautiful? Smile for me” the alcoholic panicked grabbed a mask and showed the brightest smile they could muster
“Ahhh, that’s better.” So the alcoholic kept the mask the frame and a flask but that flask grew and the alcoholics vision grew blurry
She didn’t wanna hold on anymore
She let it go she dropped it all
The frame shattered the mask disintegrated
“Who was I. What am I now” alone but surrounded now this alcoholics sober lost and running from being found. “I miss my beautiful frame.”
About the Creator
Sand
I used to feel like i could show people what I overcame. I’m older now and broken down I guess I’m really just calling out without expectations these days it’s smoothing still being able to hear myself.
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