The cup I now welcome.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 26, 2018


Holidays were
always coarse,
jagged on
the edges,
never easy to
swallow
when demons
clawed at my
esophagus
and I never knew
what I would unwrap.
Misplaced anger fed
his ego as I
denounced the title
"daughter".

Now, I drink
from a well
that calms
restless spirits,
that doesn't
burn,
that has no regrets
and I'm amazed -
home actually
feels like home.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Tanya Southey

    This is beautiful. Thank you x

  • 2 months ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Judge's Comments:

    It seems that Poet on the Piano has a valuable lesson for our poetry community: it is important to fill your cups with something you want to drink, not something you must drink. Empowering as it may be, many still continue to drink the “never easy to swallow demons” they feel forced to consume. I loved this poem especially for its dedication to the metaphor, through and through.

    -Stephen

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    You write with such emotion, and always show your personal side in your writing, this one being no exception. But I so liked the ending, as there is comfort in the end :)
    Much love, M x

  • 2 months ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    There is something about your writes that is unique and different. I can relate to this piece, it brought me memories. I love it so very much!!!

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Great visuals... dark and light look at holidays. Glad to see it nominated. Milly x

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