Risk 1st draft
This is the first draft of a poem written in response to the word 'risk'. A bit rough but I'll work on this each day, marking up changes as it develops.
If she ever thought about him
and she tried not to,
for it reminded her
of the unravelling of her youth,
she supposed the attraction
had been in his daring,
his bold-faced defiance
an attraction that left
with marriage and parenthood
only then had she seen the weakness
behind alcohol induced swagger,
knowing the only risk taken
had been in choices she’d made.