by Beth K Hannah
you were the cup i held to my lips
Hoping to quench something within
Day in and day out i drank
and never was satisfied.
I threw the cup down
Hoping it would shatter
Hoping it would break my life
So I could maybe put it back together
But it stayed intact
though full of tiny cracks
Cracks that made me hurt
because I wasn't strong enough
to ensure you were destroyed.
Posted on 07/13/2010
Copyright © 2022 Beth K Hannah
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/13/10 at 03:06 AM|
This piece speaks the shattering power that a loved one can have. The hurt and disappointment run over and under the turbulence. Thanks.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/13/10 at 12:43 PM|
A very nice piece that tells me some of us may never find the love for which we search. It doesn't exist because we search for something we do not know.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/11/10 at 12:03 PM|
to say I love this ode is to say the least of what I feel, in reading it, I sense a caulking of the fissures in my soul the result of which makes me feel more connected to myself than I had been previously.