I sip slowly on warm chai.
Feel an inner glow.
The day before, my blood had gone cold.
My soul leeched of its iron.
But between then and now,
I have remembered.
I have chosen chai.
I drink deep of the antidote.
seeps through the protective fabric
around my heart muscle,
as I sit entwined in a lover's knot.
Feel the unbroken protection of arms.
I can see the reaper's shadow
out of the corner of my eye,
but it brings no terror.
Because I know that valleys have ends.
And I cannot forget
the shepherd's crook.
Anna Forsythis a freelance writer and editor, specialising in education. She has a keen interest in consuming poetry and producing it.
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