---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----Give me another bottle to drink
And give me another second to think
Its not like I have never been here before
Comparing myself to broken pieces on the floor
Analogies are words that I use to make my escape
But like rotting fruit they all whither and fall away
While encouragement just laughs in my face
Giving disappointment another chance to steal grace
But this time I will not just fold and give in
Accepting defeat is a good place for me to begin
Because even rotten fruit still gives birth to new life
To insects and the earth from the seeds hidden inside
Perseverance endures until the end
And broken pieces will mend
Like a teacup molded from clay
Once was ugly and is now displayed