I did NOT sleep last night!
Walked around the house crunching
Found a trail of crumbs in the hallway,
An empty bowl in the bathroom,
The bag in the kitchen.
When drinking took over my life,
I was hiding (and drinking),
Little bottles all over the house.
The next day
I would scurry around looking for them.
I’d find one in my purse,
One in my yoga bag,
One in my guitar case,
On the bookcase,
Under a chair.
Now, being honest when I was drinking too much,
Was a hard thing.
I didn’t want anyone to
I shamed myself enough.
I didn’t want to face the truth.
Now, how freeing is
If all I have is a trail of chips,
I’ll be okay.