Pour Me Another
Is it wrong
That I don`t want to feel
More pain
More misery
More death
To be blessed
My cup runneth over
Onto the floor
Yet if I am
To save another
If it is meant to be
Then go ahead
Dear Lord
Pour another
Cup for me
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When young I read the poem Invictus
It touched me with the black pit
And his “unconquerable soul”
But now with light I see
One escaping the pit of reality
Is not an escape
But an entombment
Into a sarcophagus of no feeling
So now I live not only the joy
But the knives and arrows
Of life’s sometimes painful reality
Knowing that I can survive
I can be alive or a you say
I can drink from another cup
I’m glad you enjoyed your
Mint and chocolate chip
Debra, this touches my heart! You can do this!