Bitter Cup

The bitter nectar
from your cruel years
Fell from my face
 My cup runneth over

I drank from that cup
Of harshness and pain
Without a chaser
Letting it fill the creases
Of a soul dry-heaving with shame

I drank until I got high on life lessons
Until my world became sane
to acknowledged the blessing

I drank until I overdose
Until true strength
I could boast

I drank of those bitters
took them all down
I drank until I had no more
until my cup was dry