Lost the Urge to Drink

There you were,

deeply rooted

in whatever

lie shrunk your heart,

branches clawing

at a sky who 

wouldn’t save 

you.

And do you know how

many times 

I look in the mirror,

feel the skin,

dig deep

nail by nail,

to find where 

my own roots

have knotted

and lost the 

urge to

drink?