Fragrance Poetry inspired by Journey Man by Amouage.
The smell of Sichuan peppercorns are embedded in my clothes from the season’s harvest. I came home in time for the holidays. Little red peppercorns hung on green leaves: That was my early Christmas Tree.
You can say I live a spiced life, travelling from one place to the next. Sometimes, men feel the breeze on their face and hear the call of the wild – for freedom.
I know the routine well, when I walk through the door. First, you’ll grab me in your arms. Then, you’ll throw out my tobacco And lay out a proper suit. . . . . .And you’ll ask me to stay.
But, soon, it’s time to move on to the next harvest. But I linger for a moment, thinking, this time I might stay. After all, every man needs to start a new “Journey” sometime. . .
Are you on this ride too? Seems like the wait is taking a long time. It’s been a while but I’m not closer. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be fine. . .
Are you on this ride as well? After a while I’ve learned all its turns. There’s no shake or jolt that will surprise me. But after every ride, the beast still yearns.
Anxiety rises until it breaks, Pumping faster and faster through my heart. Just to dive through tunnels of depression. And when it ends, we’ll be back at the start.
Are you going to ride again? Just another pill to drop down the mouth. Hope for the best before leaving your house.
I wrote this poem in response to my thyroid medicine. Thyroiditis can lead to all sorts of emotional disturbances, including anxiety, depression or even a while ride between both. Getting put on medicine can alter your hormones and emotions as well – just making for a harder ride – while just hoping the right dosage will be found and you can finally have peace.