The Cup

You spoke of a cup

With it’s contents spilt

I felt like shouting

“Spilt?! My cup is broke!”

But I was so wrong

And you were so right

In a way

My cup was broke

It’s contents were spilt

But now the cup mends

The waters flood in

And everything starts

To look up again

There are still some chips

A few hairline cracks

But even they mend

In a way I cannot comprehend

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~ by The Lonely Recluse on September 20, 2012.

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