The Taste of Two Lovers | Poetry Collab with WildHeart

The Taste of Two Lovers. . .

the taste of two lovers
Photo by WildHeart

Coffee or chai, they ask. . .
Why does a choice have to be made?
Like it defines your personality,
Like you can only love one. . .
. . .Or can you only have one love?

Of course, there’s my dear coffee…
With its caramelized smell
That sweep me off my feet,
And it’s oh so yummy taste,
Which wakes me from my deepest slumber.
Black coffee without sugar,
For when I’m on a diet,
Or looking for an extra push.
Milk coffee with extra sugar,
For when I need my comfy caffeine,
To deal with the world, so tiring.
And fun filled cold coffee,
Always with some new twist,
That’s my favorite chill pill!
Oh! How I love coffee!

Or. . . is chai the one I love?
She woos with with her aroma,
As she grinds her cardamon with mortar and pestle,
Like an enchantress building a love potion.
Then she adds hot cinnamon and fresh ginger,
A real spice of life!
Throws in a medicinal bay leaf, like I’m sick
And my only cure is her love.
She mixes the magic of the tea leaves
And smooths it out with white milk
Finally, she sweetens her deception with sugar
So, when I kiss the cup, I’m in eternal bliss
And by the time I’ve drunk my fill
I’m head-over heels in love.

I guess I should have known from the start,
There’s many chambers in my heart,
Some secured for coffee,
And some for my dearest chai.
They each have their own magic,
To choose one. . .would be tragic!

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Are You on this Ride Too? | Poetry Interlude

Riding on this Rollercoaster. are you on this ride too
Photo by Haley Lawrence on Unsplash

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.

I hope you’re not on this ride, too.

Sometimes I find a blank. . . Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Sometimes I Find a Blank | Poetry Interlude

sometimes I find
Photo by Brandable Box on Unsplash

Sometimes I find a _______.

Sometimes
I shut my eyes.
I ask myself how I feel.
I am my best therapist.
Am I my best therapist?

Sometimes
I ask myself
What am I hiding
(hiding or hiding from?)
in the basement of my mind.
My conscience calls
But alas, no answer.

Sometimes
I’m disheartened
To search myself
And discover nothing.
I come home
empty handed.

Sometimes
I find a monster
like that from a
Stephen King novel
and I regret
I ever searched
in the first place.

What do you find
When you search
Sometimes?

Or do you move
from place to place
with the same, old box
Always sealed?

A Lonely Pinwheel. Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.