Poem about Restraint

🔈 Todays Poem

👉When I see this cup,
it does not sit quietly
it calls.
Glazed in colors that linger too long,
light caught in its curves
like something alive,
something waiting.
It leans toward me
without moving.
And I
I feel it
the pull in my throat,
the dryness it creates
just by being seen.
My fingers begin to remember
what it would feel like
to hold,
to lift,
to drink
but I stop them.
I let my eyes wander its edges instead,
trace its shape
without possession.
I close my hand
before it learns to reach.
Because I know
some thirsts
do not end in drinking.
Some only grow louder
the more they are fed.
So I leave it untouched,
not out of fear,
but out of knowing.
I pass it,
again and again,
teaching myself
the quiet strength
of restraint.
It is fragile
not just in form,
but in meaning.
And I will not be the one
to break what I do not yet understand.
When the time comes
when holding is no longer hunger
but readiness
I will lift it gently.
Not to empty it for myself,
but to pour.
To offer.
To share what it holds
without losing myself in it.
So, dear cup
you are not mine to rush.
I want you
yes.
But more than that,
I choose the moment
I become worthy
of holding you.
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