Bitter Cup

 The bitter nectar
from your cruel years
Fell from my face
  My cup runneth over
I drank from that cup
 Of harshness and pain
Without a chaser
Letting it fill the creases
Of a soul dry-heaving with shame

I drank until I got high on life lessons
Until my world became sane
to acknowledged the blessing

I drank until I overdose
Until true strength
I could boast

I drank of those bitters
took them all down
I drank until I had no more
until my cup was dry

Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin

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