I sit on the counter, feet draped over the sink watching the sun rise over the trees through the open window As I bring my coffee to my lips I feel the familiar chip The one that my lips have felt every morning for years This cup snuggles perfectly between my small hands, the warmth shielding them from the cool spring air
This cup has been through a lot A few moves More than a few lovers
The Alice in Wonderland decal has worn off and the seafoam enamel is cracked-- a mosaic of all the times I didn't care enough to hand wash it The handle fell off once, I wanted to practice the Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken things with liquid gold But I'm a college student, so glittery modge podge worked just fine
In many ways I am this cup Used, well loved Slightly broken, held together with glitter and good intentions I don't mind the cracks In the cup or in me Cracks show that you are strong, can handle whatever is thrown at you, heartbreak or linoleum They also allow light in To brighten when darkness is all you can seem to find
As I reach the last sips of my coffee the sun is well up My cats are hungry and I'm running late Some days it's worth tardiness to reconnect to a part of you you thought was lost