Herbs
Plants
Beauties of nature
Purely grown
Simply soft
Not overly extravagant
And seemingly abundant in supply
Yet only one plant catches my eyes
I am a baker
My flour eggs and milk
Have no need for
That which won't grow still
Like basil
Yet to me it is always a sight for sore eyes
Like blue skies
Basil always helps me to realize
That not all things that can coexist are meant to
In my early days of confectionary baking
I saw a basil plant set by my doorstep
And I was in love
An herb that meant so many possibilities
But then I overused it
Put it in things too sweet
And basil stopped tasting good to me
So I decided it wasn't meant to be
And now,
As I bake practical things
Like bread and bagels
I find that I can taste basil more and more
But as much as I wish to
I can't make it the main ingredient in my cakes
Or my muffins
Or my signature soufflé
In my cupcakes
Or in my cookies
As much as I want to bring basil back into every aspect of my life
I can't
Because when I move away in a month's time
I won't be able to find basil anymore
And it hurts
Because what if basil finally tastes great
In my cookies, my muffins
My doughnuts and cakes
I'll never be able to reach her, so far far away
But wait,
Basil isn't a girl with a name But if spelt backward And written twixt it A little bit of faith Then one day,
B.asiL could make me feel safe
If not for the self doubt
And unfairness
Haunting me through my days
Like the leaves of a certain plant
That sweetness may never take.
YOU ARE READING
The Problems I'll Never Solve
PoetryA collection of poetry about events and people in my life that I can't seem to live with... or without. *Derogatory terms and profanity may be used, as well as references to drugs, alcohol, and sexual acts* READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
