There’s a continent on my coffee.
A very literal wake up call.
Even my morning is trying to tell me
it’s time to change, leave, evolve.
Shed the old skin, grow a new one.
Become someone else.
Someone less afraid.
Someone less who I am and more who I want to be.
The coffee tastes as bitter as denial.
Everything around me is screaming at me
and I am trying to outvoice it with my distractions.
How long can I ignore this hollow existence I created for myself?
How long can I survive instead of live?
There’s a continent on my coffee,
and I am stuck in one place, geographically and spiritually.
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I can relate to it.
send me some of the cookies please.. lol glad you are feeling passionate! 💖
WOW!!! This is truly relatable and amazing!
It’s a bittersweet relationship with coffee.
I don’t normally read poetry but stumbled upon this.
You know, I drink coffee first thing in the morning after I give the kids their milk and with any luck, I get a minute or two to myself and have the same thoughts that you express here.
Thinking about the today, the future, the road ahead.
How to be a better father, husband and person.
Thanks for writing and sharing.