(no subject)

[everythingfolds]

Forrest just posted this poem on my facebook wall,
and it cheered me up immensly, so I will share it.

tea

i drank some tea
it burned my tongue
and hurt my mouth,
my throat, my lung
so curse i did
of how it stung
but stopped to think
that maybe life,
like that hot drink,
is something fraught
with hurt and strife
though comfort's sought
it's growth that's earned
and can't be taught
and
as the latter to the former
sometimes
you must get burned
in order to be warmer

i sip some more

by demetri martin