In the room of my heart

Grief, have tea with me.

Sit on the cushions 

of the room in my heart

next to the stove by the windows.

Wrap your mist through my body

as I look for many ways to

conquer you as a soldier.

Grief, have tea with me.

Then gently leave,

and let me be.

            Yasemin July 15, 2015