I found myself depleted
Of every last drop
Not even an ounce of myself
Was left in the cup
I’d been spilled nonchalantly
Chipped on occasion
And I’d invited my curiosity
To allow an invasion
I worked tirelessly everyday
To refill my cup
But the pieces gave way
And I had to give up
Even the glue that lingered
Wasn’t that strong
So mending the edges
Went unbelievably wrong
The stains and scars
Still very much remain
And the cracks are reminders
Of so much pain
Thankfully a vessel
Doesn’t have to look nice
So this battered old cup
Will just have to suffice
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you… 💛
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I love this sentiment. I can relate.
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This is pretty impressive!
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Thank you… 😉 I’m trying to write more often than I normally do, and I think when you do that, it keeps the words flowing better.
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I agree. Sometimes it’s that starting piece that gets the rest written.
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So true…
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Brilliant
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Thank you… ☺️
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