Textured and imperfect
An unlikely blend of spices and scent
A delectable lack of comfort
Enticing of some sort
Can’t really be placed
Or even replaced
by familiarity
Will borrow your breath
Gently let you rest
But just for a sec
Get used to it.
I write
to resolve the tensions
My sensible soul has created
From so much uncertainties
& soothe those
who can relate to
My hopes, fears and dreams
#MyMissionStatement
©️ Daphné Mia Essiet, 2018
French Girl in Brooklyn 