My Cup

Sun up - today

I'm hopeful

today - I can

sustain this effort

this constant vigilance

Whispering to myself - your

yesterday doesn't have

to live here

in this now

and so far - today

you haven't done

anything

to wreck it

Despite the voices

that hang around

reminding me of my unworthiness

I will wrestle

for a blessing

until the twilight

hovers

and the gloaming

threatens to transition

to my glooming

and I open my mouth

crying

to be filled up

with something...

Now that I sit empty and alone

waiting

once again for the dawn