A single Sip

A single sip to taste

Another sip to confirm what you tasted

More sips to finish what you started

Making the tea again, how the cycle started

Except this time it isn't tea, is it?

It is a habit you thought wasn't you

And suddenly you can't imagine what life was before it

And now it seems too late to stop it

A single sip

Just a tiny touch on the lip

A tiny movement through the throat

And reaching an area, it floats

Addiction can do that to you

And you can always argue and say you aren't addicted

And lie to yourself it isn't as bad as people say

And here we are, your life feeling stagnated

The sip intended to be a source of relief

Became a tree you're hanging from

Like a lion hunting down a prey

Only for hyena to laugh and steal it all away

The irony in the metaphor is that it metamorphs

And becomes bigger and out of control

So maybe it wasn't a sip at all

But an acquired uncontrolled tumor