My Choice Poem by Karen Miller

I swear if I was going to drink
Today would be it
I've made up every excuse to justify
But I simply can't afford it

It's not because of money
Or because I can't live without
I don't know what to do right now
I think I'm going to pout

The pressure weighs heavily
Upon my shoulders today
Should I go get my car keys
Or simply throw them away

Then something stops me dead in my tracks
When I look behind me down the hall
Where a little 8 yr old girls is happily sleeping
Who has always looked at me in awe