one rainy day,
i put grief in both hands
and placed it in my own heart
as a method of self-destruction.
it didn't make me feel any better
as i thought it would.
so i had to search for a way
to fix that mess i made.
i searched every forest,
every cave i could reach,
and what i found was a parchment containing a recipe written in cursive letters.
i was shocked to learn that it was a recipe we all knew at some point.
it was a mixture of hope, faith & strength
that stimulates the immune system
to fight all the darkness within.

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PuisiPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles