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Your Resurrection as a Survivor
Your Resurrection as a Survivor
I knocked my teeth against the
Warm pottery, green & chipped
In the handle. Tea sloshed inside and
You slept through it all
Tugged your life under the
Blankets with you, soft pink
With holes I sept through because
One day waking up will not feel like
Giving up, and here’s a cup of tea
In the meantime to keep you
Warm
At four pm the kettle whistles and I
Drink my helpless into other
Places
You once sunk teeth into sunshine, ate
Up the days with the voracious throat of a
Person who saw ten miles out on a
Monday
Tis world doesn’t stop for nothing, and that
Blanket keeps you from seeing so-
Reflections in green mugs water my
Cashed hopes for your resurrection as a
Survivor
Twisting of golden milk on my
Tongue, it soaks my rehashed
tugs to this place where you
can taste the maple in the water and the
Leaves in the air you breathe you breathe
Again, into me- wake your fingers up
First
Can’t rush right into happy, love like
Water doesn’t boil
instantly
Knock your teeth on a mug, feel the
Wrinkles pressed into your face, feel
Angry, let your heat spill over the rim and
Let it unfurl on the floor because
Someday you’ll see the trouble with
Blankets and maybe then you can
Wake
Up
And see my drenched smile, cause
Baby I’ve been here the whole damn time
Drinking my tea and imagining the
days where you don’t sleep
Through it all
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I wrote this for a friend who was struggling mentally, in the same way I struggled just a couple years ago. This was a letter to them, but also a letter to myself; an ode to my own recovery while also a plea to my friend- because I do know that healing takes different forms and comes at different times. I found my place in life once again, after a few months of therapy, while I was looking out the window and drinking ginger tea. Since that moment, I have associated clarity and recovery with the taste of warm ginger and the feel of my favorite mug under my hands. Deep down, I know that a cup of tea can't help my sweet friend see how absolutely stunning and invaluable they and their life are, but I do have hope, and love for them no matter what. <3