Cradled (22)

One morning
I cry
for no reason.
I am standing by the kitchen sink
when it begins.
I see myself
in the mirror
as I turn away
my cup of tea
with the painted red bird
in my hands
my face scrunching up
as the tears come.

I walk outside
sit in my patio
prop my feet up
on the chair before me
and I reach
to see why
I am crying.
I find fear
all swirling
melting into each other
like honey
in my tea.

photo of me holding my tea cup against my knees

I breathe
and the tears
roll down my cheeks
in the quiet morning.
I hold the warm cup
in both hands
and watch
my knees
while I cry.
I used to feel alone
but now as I sit
I feel held
like my hands
cradle my cup.

[Photograph © Renate Dean, used with permission]

About Riba

I'm a writer and a teacher, though I usually say it in reverse. I hope to find more of a balance between the two. ;-)
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2 Responses to Cradled (22)

  1. 2737bc says:

    Cool post.

    If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.
    ~Japanese Proverb

    – 2737bc
    Follow us for everything tea!

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