It was the T (and all of the above)
It has taken me this long
to realize
how many times I have
drunk the Kool-Aid.
When I admittedly
enjoy sipping, spilling, and
sharing the T(ea).
Pinkies up or firmly gripping,
dainty hold or fist a clenching,
I do enjoy a spot or thermos
of tea.
My conviction and my passions
have led me
into one too many
Kool-Aid keggers.
Was it my forties,
promises shrouding lies,
or standing back sober
from the saccharin high
just long enough
that broke me?
It was the T
(and all of the above).
