Her glass almost empty still has something there
it’s a sign of hope rather than one of despair.
She’s learned resilience over time
and can weather the days when the sun doesn’t shine.
Don’t think she’s amazing, she doesn’t do this alone
she’s got support systems – in her life. And in her home.
And her glass was never broken beyond repair
so she’s never been put through that unimaginable struggle and despair.
That hopelessness and pain, and bone-deep fear
when one picks up the pieces but they can’t fit anymore.
Her glass almost empty is a glass she can still hold
a comfort when the wind is too strong
or the night too cold.
Inspired by a discussion on a poem that I really liked – Hardly Human by Philapotamus. Thanks for the inspiration!