cup of tea

ever so gently becoming

the cup of tea i choose to be

i have been drowning in sugar

drenched in cream, sometimes poured over ice

to become a palatable dream 

i’m not everyone’s cup of tea

and yet i always try to be 

at home i remain unaltered

steeped solely for my own pleasure

no white fillers or sweeteners

just the genuine blend of leaves 

i am underneath the fanfare

with all the room to steam and breathe

this day, in my soft becoming

i will allow the earthy bite

the twists and turns of this soul

to be admired by another’s sip

sensing more than flat showmanship

let them explore the aroma

go deep into the wild body

of notes between chaos and art

to be known, seen, set apart

beyond the lavender and rose 

where i feel inspired to share prose

deeper still into undertones

of the feverfew and yarrow

that let’s you know my deep sorrow

no longer just fruity and sweet

experience the full body

i have so tenderly kept meek

i shall let the boldness bleed through

past the people pleasing home brew

one day, may your tea be sipped too

august 25, 2025