Saturday, February 25, 2012

Drinking the Bitter Brew

Sitting still,
no other choice
but to endure the truth
and drink the bitter brew.

Sitting still,
turning over the poison
in the mouth,
a thousand times.

Sitting still,
tasting the dark substance
all of it,
and watching its full effect.

Sitting still,
surrendering to the evidence
of a million thoughts
deposited before mind knew.

Sitting still,
comes the determination
of making peace
with the old witch.


  1. A beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing it. Gives me the mental image of chocolate melting when held in a closed hand.

  2. Yes, deep seated aversion melting through patient attention.