Aug. 8, 2018

The Cup...

She puts the butter cup to her lips

She knows what she must do

The pain that lingers is far too much

For one person to get through

The words she speaks cut like a knife

The wound spewing blood as a sieve

Truth coderizes the gaping wound

The ultimate goal is to live 

But living is addressed by interpretation 

The decision is made by each

The hoping, and praying for the one who suffers

Keep the finality just out of reach

Can one not be spared all the suffering

Of watching a loved one die?

For in the end the contents revealed

The Cup is filled with "Why??!"

 

Connie R Jordan... 041618