The pot boiling
liquids seeping the sides
hours dying
as her hands keep up
out the thoughts melt.
Dishes to clean
overwhelmed masked by resilience
although days slip
and weeks pile up
and years fester
boiling over
and our wants unfulfilled
because desires are tricky.
And as the pot boils
the past evaporates
and the mirage of more is lifted
she accepts simple
and realizes failure
is only a concept
rather than fact
and success
is calculated within expiration
and maybe she’s not ready to expire.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 