i will bite
even harder if i have to.
to get to the sweetest middle
sometimes require passing through bitter doors.

it irritates my taste buds; those bitter doors
but it matters not
because the promised land
lies after the seemingly endless wilderness.

right now, i am not in a good place
but like a wise person said;
the purest of ores
proceed from the hottest furnace.

it can never rain forever
and the sun would always shine
no matter how long the sorrows of my night
i will keep up my persistence.

©sage 2024