Soup and Self

Sam Kimberle
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Photo by Piotr Miazga on Unsplash

I am filled with soup
warm and hearty
earned by cooking all day
ladling my way
to the perfect suspension
of broth to carrots, parsley aside
I hide it away inside my purse
where no one will find it
I think it’s safe
but then I look down to see
that what I thought was full
is no longer
it’s mostly gone,
cold and drained and I am disappointed
I surprise myself, as I had put my trust
in that purse, with my soup
but now that I know what could happen,
I could have

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Sam Kimberle

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Perpetual student, searching for my ikigai. I am an Artist in artistic recovery care of Julia Cameron. Top writer in poetry. ❤️POM-Poet!❤️

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