Sometimes I’m
the half-full glass
of possibilities, soaring on
hope's rainbow
wearing optimism’s
shiny cloak
convinced
the slide down
will end in the
pot of gold
& sometimes, I’m
the half-empty glass
drowning in sorrow
magnified by
depression’s lens
with despair’s jacket
heavy on shoulders
stooped in defeat
Never the full glass
of contentment
I so wish to be
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
the half-full glass
of possibilities, soaring on
hope's rainbow
wearing optimism’s
shiny cloak
convinced
the slide down
will end in the
pot of gold
& sometimes, I’m
the half-empty glass
drowning in sorrow
magnified by
depression’s lens
with despair’s jacket
heavy on shoulders
stooped in defeat
Never the full glass
of contentment
I so wish to be
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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