Coffee Vibes

Steam rises,

soft and slow,

like a whisper meant only for me.

The cup cradles my palms,

steady, certain,

a quiet anchor in the noise of the day.

I stir, watching the swirl—

deep brown folding into cream,

like night making peace with the dawn.

Outside, the world moves fast,

pressing, demanding,

but here, in this sip,

I reclaim my own rhythm.

The bitterness hums on my tongue,

bold, unshaken,

a reminder—

I have weathered much,

and I am still becoming.