When you taste it now, you can’t believe why,
but there was a time you actually enjoyed it,
how on earth, when you were younger.
No longer. Tastes can change.
Green tea every day, black tea every night.
Remember? The outdoors, nature in sunlight,
the moonless dark from dusk to dawn,
yang and yin, now both so bitter, harsh on either side,
even if you toss the first steeping, your tongue recoils,
you will never eat these bowls of tea again.
You can’t brew calm in cups anymore,
meditation chokes on nostalgia’s steam.
Find the future in these leaves.
They may teach you a lesson you need to learn.
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Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )