with words to live large by

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Tea + Poetry

The kettle is screaming

and I am pouring  words

onto heated pages

While the

stringed bag steeps

My words

like the steaming liquid

brew strong

then turn deep












I am not the first to find love

or to have felt hatred

to be lost and then found

cry only to laugh uncontrollably

have the answer and then know nothing at all

ask why, then understand

stand strong while losing ground


beg for mercy

find determination amongst discouragement

remember to forget

bear witness while ignoring others

be afraid to be brave

then be brave while feeling afraid

show gratitude

throw stones

smile through the bruising

find redemption

I wont be the last