My Cup

My cup was full before. Or maybe it was an illusion? Perhaps, I saw the reflection of tears from my eyes in the chalice? Mistaken that for life… … My cup was full…I suppose My cup was satisfying and fulfilling. No longer is that cup thrilling. Instead, I’m left empty-handed, with a useless plastic cup…and…

Winter

I have forgotten Winter, perhaps I blotted out her memory with Summer’s temper and heat. Summer appears bright, but her scintillating aura is all-consuming; it brings to light what desires to stay hidden in the dark. She is naively jovial and does not grasp that her burning light aches the human soul. I sit and…