This poem was inspired by an article I once wrote about alcoholism, and peoples perception of an alcoholic.
The Man With The Brown Paper Bag
If you ask for a visual description
you might just be taken aback
At how many still see alcohol addiction
as the man with the brown paper bag.
You see him sitting in the park
his coat tied closed with rope.
What do you think has left its mark?
to make him give up hope.
You only see the end result
of the long road he has travelled
Who found it got more difficult
as he saw his life unravelled
If only he had found the strength
before addiction took control
And not kept the world at arm’s length
for fear of vitriol.
We all encounter trauma
and find different ways to cope
Then worry about the stigma
as we go down that slippery slope
If anyone when reading this
are seeing that red flag
Get help to step back from that abyss
don’t be the man with the brown paper bag