Whiskey Blues Poem by Mayara Sousa

I have yet to find a reason
for a glass of water, not of whiskey
a meditation, a scented candle
a little something that won't hurt

I have yet to see the day
when I am strong and unafraid
I don't partake, I don't give in
and I forget the days when I did

I have yet to say I won't
I don't want this, I can say no
I look away, I look within
I don't need the state I'm in

I have yet to believe it all
The words I said, the words I wrote
Promises made that it would be over
That little steps can make me sober