Liquid CourageA Poem by Nicole ReneeFearing the bottle on the table,
I contemplate on what I should do.
The majestic of what could be seeps into
My mind; wandering, floating, creeping.
It shows me a possible future, a possible smile.
The fact that it could give me a strength that I could never have Makes me crave for the bottle more, calling out to me
As I stand mingling and circling the table.
Every time I saw somebody take a sip,
I could see a bright light shine above their heads,
Beaming with a confidence that I didn’t have,
Speaking with a voice that made me sigh
With a thought of what was wrong with me.
Yet I shake my head and think of many other things
That could go wrong, and that could go weary.
I don’t think that I could take it on that much
If a fight against myself and to another,
Even if I have fought against myself
On the other side for so long, weary
And tired of the long days and nights of contemplation.
Well guess what? I’m not going to stand for this!
I’m not going to stand against a brick wall, a tireless face,
A crying hope that can never be fulfilled if hidden.
If you want to stop me, fine! But don’t be harden
When I’ve found the inner strength to beat you to the ground,
And laugh as I grow into a new being that loves itself for who they are,
Having a broadcast of that liquid courage that helped along the way. So I’m going to say goodbye to the lonely chains that have
Held me in my place for so long, and to the monster that made me drunk.
You’ve had your hold as long as you’ve could.
I’ve been saved by the bottle who gave me the courage to Speak with my own beaming confidence.
© 2009 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 8, 2009 AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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