I used to hate you.
I cringed whenever I smelled you,
even had disdain when I saw people
using you for your energy as you
smiled back at me, letting me know
that I was but an outcast.
I thought I could always do it on my own,
without any need for external help.
But I was wrong. You are so much more.
You are more than a support,
you are someone I can count on
to give me life when I feel empty.
You used to give me pain but you
are now a beacon of benevolence.
I am sorry that failed to see
the power of you, oh coffee.