I Write Poems

[u]The glass[/u]
The glass is half full but topples over
crashing to the floor
the air tries to slow the fall
trying to help keep the water inside
Too late
the glass crashes into the ground
broken pieces scattered on the floor
as the water pools around each piece
she sees the truth
the glass was not half full
it was always empty
the water was never truly filling the glass
it was trapped
it was being held captive in this container
this container that was making it feel like it was not enough
it would never be enough
the water just wanted to be free
and now it is