on the rocks

pouring grace when the world says no.

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i pour disappointment
over ice
let it sting
let it chill
as old lessons rise
with every bitter sip.

heartache has a flavor
not sweet, just sharp—
cold.

tonight i drink to something harder:
not letting "no" become my truth
not giving validation the final word.

i raise my glass to being enough
here, even without the win
and let it reflect me right back.

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If you’re in the mood for more poetry:

the monster

midway