My Tea Corner
After I cut down on the amount of coffee I drink a day
A little child I became
Not being allowed
To drink coffee in quantity
I used to have
The panic attack forced me to change
My point of view
About my health
As well as my father’s death
From aortic rupture
That happened so suddenly
I felt his pain in my chest
In my solar plexus that day
Mistreated, misplaced, malfunctioning
As if it were a foreign object
In my own frame
Tried to be fought like an enemy
A second jab injected into me
Of the annihilation properties
Debilitating my entire body
And producing too much adrenaline for me to bear
Therefore, the coffee had to disappear
On a higher shelf
Replaced
With Three Fennel, Wild Apple & Cinnamon
Vanilla Chai and Peace
For my broken nerves
Never soothed, always wrecked
At times of greatest stress
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