December 5, 2021
Life in a Cup of Tea
What is morning’s without a single cup of tea?
How dreary my day would be without a single cup
Each sip I take recites a tale of its own
The first sip makes my teeth grit
The flash of pain reminding me of the sorry world I live in
The pain is fleeting but the memory remains
The second sip after a careful blow
Now as I reach this point in life
I hold my guards up high
Taking each step slower than before
The third sip slightly cooler now
I become resilient to all
Taking each step forward steadily
The fourth sip which I’m yet to take
Knowing that peace is brief I’m yet to lower my guard
Taking each step cautiously now
The fifth sip I hardly feel
I’ve fought valiantly and returned victorious from the fight
Now taking each sip with pride
As I take my final gulp
I reminisce how I fought my battles
Taking each step with my head help high
Each sip of the piping hot tea
I think of the long way I’ve come
Taking each step in a stride as I go
What would my day be without a cup of tea?
To tell me a story of my own