Ironic Gratitude
Have you ever sat alone in your room
and silently produced
salty pools of agony for the first time in years?
Desperately devastated
at the reason behind them,
sincerely surprised
at your ability to excrete them,
ironically indebted
to a moment that feels a sliver of something again,
graciously grateful
even if salty tastes bitter, again?
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