Borrowed Sugar
The sun shines overhead
It looks like a raging ball of fire in a ocean of blue
Dragonflies float in the swirling wind
But the appeals of nature grew still
When a neighbor knocked on the sturdy wooden door
A tap, tap, tap is heard
Followed by words from the bowels of a restless mourner:
Please let me borrow a cup of sugar
I promise to give it back
Just long enough to sweeten my black tea
I need a warm cup with a slice of lemon to bring relief
My spirit is strong and eager
But my feet are weak
I need an empowered soul to keep on going
A sweet reminder to believe
And when hurt comes…
Retrieve the sugar you loaned to me
Love always, Esha ❤
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