When I See

By Emily Czaplicki

When I see the resting bottle

When the liquor store looks like winning the lotto

When my pain transfers into pleasure

When a yard stick can no longer measure

When I see

Everything I can be

It’s no longer I but we

When I travel into the past to see old faces

And silhouettes of ceramic dolls with old laces

I invite myself to dream no more

Not even knowing what I’m living for

When I see the chance to start brand new

And I no longer want to drink a few

Then my story becomes someone else’s life-line

And sanity, sobriety, and a new life will be divine

When I see

Everything I can be

It’s no longer I but we

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