Hasty Haze

When I share these stories
Told from Mom’s point of view 
It’s often met with judgement
Since it feels so far off cue 

Who would live this type of life?
Why add children to the mix? 
Who would date a person that believes meth does the trick?

It’s easy enough to judge someone 
Based on a tainted track
It’s harder to look deep inside 
Where your own skeletons are staring back

We all live in a hasty haze 
With clouds of days gone by 
And before we deliver verdicts 
Take a beat and empathize 


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