This was one of the first poems I wrote in recovery. I had this image in my head that I tried to recreate with this fun little gif. I hope you enjoy!
The house is dark
A single light aglow
A deadly villain lurks outside
Peeking through windows
It sings a soft, sweet lullaby
Of peace and happiness
It promises instant reprieve
From painful loneliness
It wears no cloak or dagger
Or horror movie mask
It carries with it only
An alcohol-filled flask
So in this early movie scene
Which role do I play?
The stupid girl who opens the door?
Or the hero who saves the day?