What’s in your cup?

This is about checking up on yourself. Sometimes, we may look okay but we’re actually not. That’s totally fine. It’s good to recognize some of our big hidden feelings.

Today I had a cup in hand
I sat outside and stare afar
Tried to think what’s on my mind
ended up wondering, am I alright?
Went straight through my heart
found out it was a little dark.
There was no wound,
yet full of bruises.
Today I spilled my cup.
Never felt that it was hot,
but all I see is that t’was black.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wanzala Meshack]

This poem beautifully captures the essence of introspection and emotional depth. Through vivid imagery and poignant metaphors, the poet explores inner turmoil and the unseen bruises of the heart. The shift from quiet contemplation to the dramatic spilling of the cup adds an unexpected intensity, making this piece both thought-provoking and evocative. A compelling read that resonates with the quiet battles we face within ourselves.

[LoudMind]

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