Why is it that every time we do
something we shouldn’t,
it’s always just one more?
Just one more drink, when we’re already
past the tipping point, and we won’t realise
It until the next morning, which is when stories
of disgrace and shame creep in, with just one more.
Just one more episode, after we’d already seen
More than enough for one evening led to us still
sitting there as the birds began to chirp.
Just one more piece, with food, is generally
a…
A Mom first then the rest. Using words and art, to find her way, Untangling thoughts, day by day.