Chalice – A Poem

It can take only seconds

to break the chalice.

That internal barrier that we

keep within. It is holds our

dreams, hopes, and wishes

and is very fragile.

Every time I fall,

my chalice breaks.

It shatters inside of me,

though my body just bruises.

I jingle with the clink

of broken glass.

Later, I’m able to shake

the glass from my skin. Soon I am

surrounded by pieces of glass,

shards of them, in a pretty

smoky blue hue. When I’m done,

I get my bottle of glue.

Every time I fall,

I glue the pieces of the

chalice back together.