Day after day

Night after night

With an unrelenting

Yet painful truth

I took my medicine

I tasted the bitter herbs

My stomach twisted in knots

I reached for water, drunk it, yet found no relief

This is my soil to til,

This is my truth to bury

This is my hill to climb

This is my moment to start all over again.

No matter the taste of the medicine

It must and it will… go down

Love always, Esha