HEAVY CURTAINS BY PAULA CONWAY A thick heavy curtain pulled over my eyes.
Why did I ever believe the lies? Lured in deeper, deep, deep, Year on year, creep, creep Fun at first, party girl Last to leave, not a care in the world Years rolled on , Functioning well Lying to myself; Could anyone tell? Weddings, funerals Any excuse Time for a binge
This girl ran loose - It’s how we met Over bottles of wine, Loosening us up Fun at the time , Kids came along No problem stopping , Then, wine is poured daily Hidden in carts under the shopping How did I get so good at deceit? Filling a void. Life was incomplete. There were many fun times along the way But the drinks were starting earlier in the day A wake-up call was what I had - The blacking out This was getting worse, that inner voice I couldn’t ignore I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Many day ones, hungover & sick. Each a lesson - I knew It was up to me now To try to get through those early days of guilt & shame Just me, myself & I. No one else to blame. At the end of the day It was up to me to break the chain of alcohol in my family. Who’d have thought this could feel so good? After years of trying, I never would believe the freedom that’s come from this. I’m enjoying each day of alcohol-free bliss
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