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                Bitter Brew

 

I think the mind is like a teapot

Experience; the sediments we accrue

And when our water's brought to boil

We’re a mix of flavor’s old and new

 

In murky sludge that clings to bottom

Residue of what’s been left behind

The settled fear and hope and weakness

And all the strength we’ve yet to find

 

Though we may not always taste it

Sometimes our senses veer askew

And we are felled by our own poisons

That steep inside life’s bitter brew

 

We preach forgiveness and acceptance

But how does anger cease to prey

When the broken cup we’re drinking from

Reminds us we’ve been thrown away?

 

The debris left from pain and anguish

Lurks in the darkness we have faced

And though it never fully washes clean

It can be confronted and embraced

 

No sense in trying to kill that taste

Until we’ve renewed that rancid pot

And learn to brew amazing potions

From all the finest leaves we’ve got

 

                  s. paul   (July 2022)

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