The tea that cures me

I think to myself I need something warm,
Something to help me cope with my
Cold condition
I'll boil water, the thought makes me smile.

As I tap my toes on the kitchen tiles
I find it hard to make up my mind
Nothing seems to appeal to me
I need something that heals me.

Sweet or sour,
or maybe bitter and sour,
Maybe sweet and bitter
But never salty.

I wait till my stomach is empty.

I try but my mind fills itself with thoughts that are heavy
These are the things that drive me crazy
I decide I'll grab vessel to catch my tears.

But time passed by and everything is still dry.

I finally turn on the stove
Wishing the heat will free me.

I sit with my thoughts as the water steeps
Unraveling my emotions alongside the leaves I'm looking into
I hope to imbue this ceramic cup with light that's not fleeting.

But then I walk into the room where I share a bed with someone who doesn't love me
I'll set the mug on top my chest and hope
It's the tea that cures me.