Empty Cup

There’s an empty cup

On the table

Seems like it’s been there

Forever and a day

She’s not quite sure

What it once held

Been such a long,long time

Since it was filled

Up to the brim

Spilling over

Quenching her thirst

She tries hard

To find what it was

That long ago

Kept it full

Maybe all she needs

Is to open up the door

Let some things go

Let other things in

And see what happens

To that empty cup

On the table

👣❤Jeanna’ Mead

7 45 p.m 5-25-19

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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