Once each week, I sit upon my couch;
And spend one hour in front of the glorious television,
Watching the beloved Grey's Anatomy. Where critics rant and rave of repetitive story lines and static,
Melodramatic characters;
I see the emotional angst of the dark and twisty,
As well as the physical torment inflicted by unfortunate and unlikely events.
But no, only a true poet can see that this is much more than a show;
Yet an escape from reality; An awakening that life is never as bad as it seems, or could be. It is a vessel whose purpose is to observe the glass half full,
And more importantly that love is the answer to all?

By Jamison