Not a Poem

Getting my Wisdom teeth pulled out has been a life ackowledging event.

After a life time of eating my feelings, to "Now you can only eat soft foods".

Pudding cant soothes the woes of my Soul, and Yogurt cant comfort my torment Heart.

So as one does, after a fourth day of starving myself. Im laying there on my bed, staring out my windows.

And im just reflecting. Everything ive been doing. memories that make me laugh,

and others not so much. Times in which i wish were infinte and times im glad have ended.

Going on a week, of actually confronting my feelings, I can actually kind of breathe.

Losing my wisdom teeth, to gaing actuall wisdom. How Beautiful life can be. You know ?