Breakfast
What do you have for breakfast?
You have the waffles drenched in syrup,
The cereal overflowing with milk,
Plates assorted with sausage and bacon.
You have the spoonfuls of yogurt,
The variety of fresh fruit,
Plates of soft muffins,
And you enjoy every moment.
What do I have for breakfast?
I have hope drenched in war,
Thoughts overflowing with pain,
Conflicts assorted with hate and fate.
I have love smeared with shame,
Memories drowning in fear,
Conflicts towering empty chances.
I have spoonfuls of doubt,
The variety of soft journeys,
And I always swallow it whole.
Copyright © Joanna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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