Reading this made my coffee a bit sweeter.

You’ve got a strong sense of rhythm here, which suits the subject beautifully. The drumbeat running through the poem gives it motion and ceremony, and the dialogue with The Giver gives the piece a clear emotional center.

What I like most is the contrast between sorrow and guidance. The speaker arrives depleted, searching, and the answers they receive are gentle without feeling weak. Lines like “Your troubles are friends that make you tougher” and “You’ll find your power song when you sit with the trees” carry a quiet, mythic warmth.

The whole piece reads like a spiritual crossing, part prayer, part vision, part healing. It leaves behind a feeling of movement toward something deeper.