August 1, 2019

Can we avoid the mistakes of our parents?

Kevin Fullerton, 29

Like many people in Scotland, my life has been shaped by the alcoholism of my father. Every drunken evening, and the hangover that follows, dogs me with questions. Am I travelling down the same path as him? Do I have the ‘addict gene’ that’s led to him wasting his life? Should I give up alcohol entirely, becoming a social pariah within a friend group that revolves around pubs and nightclubs?

This short poem is a reflection on the endpoint of alcoholism, borne in part from my fear of the future as well as my father’s present. If I leave the questions presented above unanswered, it may become my reality.

Observations at the End of a Tether, 2018Poetry