Wishes gone bad are as salt;
hibiscus flowers charred and stripped of flavour—
it’s landing on cold hard ground,
it’s drowning in angst,
it’s summoning white waves without tranquility and calm—
wishes gone bad are as foul language,
and have consequences; would you take the chance?
Give in to surfeit,
or prefer to settle down for what you receive in moderation?
Salt, in excess burns the throat,
but how would one know unless he has held on and begged
Wishes are powerful, salt is key;
it’s time we observe and unlock what is stuck in between.
Photo credits: Anka Zhuravleva art photography, Pinterest
Skylover Wordlist: Salt 💝
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads