i open the cupboard:
Turmeric-Tarragon-Thyme.
there must be a recipe
for me to heal my soul.
i look at mom's cookbook:
1/2 cup of family
1/2 cup of friends
1/3 teaspoon of willpower
4 tablespoons of faith
3/4 cups of forgiveness
3 slices of self-love
a pinch of grief
bake time: until healed
for high altitude
and heavy melancholy:
add smiles and laughs
i put it in the oven,
but it's taking forever
to make me rise.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
