Tasting a Cup of Sadness

I sip and think of trust

I wonder where it flew

was it here for long,

did it like cushions

and this house,

can I still find it hiding

under the leaves, in forest

where I last left my soul

to believe in another day

one that could take me close

to smiles

and laughter?

***

My cup brims with dark feelings,

gray shade of yearning

turned to ashes.

I once trusted and fell

now I no longer dare

to raise my voice,

to let dreams fly

I keep them close

but when they see this light,

they burn,

they cry,

they want to learn,

and play.

***

Do I dare to let them run loose

will they come back

to perch on shoulders,

turn this place

into home

or will they get lost on the way

between a good wish

and wildflowers?

***

A night of spirit sets

who can go on

walking the path

who will give up

undone, unknown?

***

© 2022 Amy Christie