A FREE VERSE POEM
A sensory assault of earth and warmth
Sliding down my throat struggling to calm my nerves.
My words are there,
straining against my vocal chords
Yearning to make a sound.
They are begging me to part my mouth
and not steal their destiny.
You are sipping the brown beverage
Gazing at me patiently
Waiting for me to be as strong as your coffee.
The froth is settling down unlike my anxiety
The words are now knocking at the doors of my lips getting angsty.
And when I finally liberate them from my suffocating mind-
I’d to tell you I’ve suffered.
I’d tell you life wasn’t fair and it sure was not kind to me.
I’d tell you, life was a damn travesty.
But I’d also tell you I’m stronger than my life’s will to pain me.
I’d tell you I’ve fought my way to the present
because my past can’t be my gravity.
I’d tell you with conviction-
I’ll make it,
Over a cup of coffee
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