“Why am I not enough?”
I once wondered,
as my father demanded another.
“Why am I not enough
to make you stop drinking?”
Answers poured in:
It’s an addiction.
He can’t help it.
You have nothing to do with it.
“Why is she not enough,”
I now long to ask my brother,
“your teen whose sad eyes haunt me?”
“Why is she not enough
to make you stop drinking?”
The same answers pour in.
It's an addiction, I know, you can't help it.
And yet, this, too, I know:
She has everything to do with it;
It’s her life you hurt.
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Denise Davis
A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.
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This was so heartbreaking. Loved your poignant poem!