Broken Mug

Broken Mug...spilled and shattered

Life went to a topsy turvy with a call, forbid

What shattered was the life

Sign of brutal strife with life

She sipped the bitter Elixir 

Thinking of the broken Mug and spilled Elixir 

Can the broken pieces be fixed?

Can we gather whats spilled? 

There is no going back 

But she kept running back 

Only thing to do is march forwards

Thoughts kept pulling her backwards

Mornings looked pointless

Everything around senseless

She struggled, can life be this dramatic

She needed to soothe her inner critique

Her hands trembling to hold the Mug 

The fear of losing something you love

She held on tightly not to lose the grip

Holding tightly also meant bleeding herself

She gently took a sip of Coffee 

It did calm her nerves

She tied her hair into a bun

Took another sip...now wistfully clear

Its never past vs future

Its never you vs them

Its never good vs bad 

Its always you vs you

She smiled didn't she know already?

scared to acknowledge the you?

She took a swig of Coffee 

The dark.. strong..bitter

Not everyone's treasure