Hot Tea Poem
Medicine has its uses.
Heals the broken and mends the body.
Returning you to a better state.
The only problem is that medicine is terribly bitter.
An insult to the senses in addition to the pain.
Reminding of a horrible situation.
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Hot tea also has its uses.
A sweet flavor on the tongue.
Transporting me to a better place.
Fruity or nutty nectar that brings comfort.
Clarity and focus gently warming up with my fingers.
A better state of mind instead of body.
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What bothers me is when someone gives me one while saying it is the other.
Or worse still, combining the two.
If I need medicine I will ask for it.
Combining both makes neither effective.
Only drawing the worst effects out.
What I need right now is just a good cup of hot tea.