Life Will Poem by Rue Palmer

Life is so bitter, I can taste it

Life is so bitter, I can taste it on my tongue,
Like unsweetened tea in the heat of the sun.
Every sip stings, yet I keep drinking still,
As though the burn alone could bend my will.

The days pass slow, like molasses in the cold,
Stories untold, ambitions unsold.
I carry the weight of dreams turned dust,
Of broken promises and misplaced trust.

Yet somewhere deep in this bitter brew,
Lies a hint of something I never knew—
A truth, perhaps, that in this sharp taste,
There's a fire that refuses to go to waste.

For in the bitterness, I find my fight,
In every struggle, the faintest light.
Life may be bitter, and hard to take,
But it's in the ache, we learn what to make.