The everyday warrior's bitter sweet revival
An ode to the ancient brew
A slightly burnt scent rises from an ancient brew.
Bitter ambrosia bites the tongue then sweet cream covers each aggravated bud with dew.
There is a sigh of relief as the addictive elixir flows.
A spirit escapes, and with a touch, mind and heart transpose.
Vision clears. The warrior revived joins a new day's thrum, ready and able to deal with what is to come.
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Katherine D. Graham
My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
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Such true words,
great work
The truth was revealed brilliantly. It's incredible what coffee, espresso, or a latte can do for one's disposition.
Your poem reminds me of how life's trials, though daunting, have a way of shaping us into stronger, more grounded individuals. The warrior's journey you described felt like a mirror of many of our own inner wars—fought quietly, with grace, despite the scars left behind. There’s something incredibly powerful in that message, a reminder that every step in the struggle is a step closer to revival.