An Ode to Coffee

To my morning confessor,
I spill my prior day's anxieties,
My prior night's hopes and dreams.

Interrupting my waking slumber,
It extends it's aid to me,
Lifts me and prepares me for the day,
Slaps me on the back,
Kicks me out the door.
"You can do it!"

It accompanies me as I begin my daily journey,
The chapter from yesterday, finished.
The chapter today, just beginning.

My closest companion throughout my travails,
We sit, we walk, we hold hands,
We transfer a knowing touch.
I whisper my secrets as I sip,
While it comforts me deeply with it's warmth.

It's words sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
But among friends who have been together for years,
honesty is best.