Vessel Collection - Cup Logic

 

Vessel Collection

Cup Logic — The Identity Poem

Cup Logic

Don’t be the jug.

Be the cup.

All my life I said,

I’m a cup half full.

Because in my world

half full meant positive,

good,

grateful.

But the truth was

I wasn’t half full —

I was full full,

brimming,

spilling,

no room for breath.

But the truth is

I was the cup full.

Too full.

Brimmed.

Spilling over

on everyone

and everything.

A cup that’s always full

has no space

for anything new.

No space for joy,

for rest,

for breath.

So now

I choose

half empty.

Half empty

isn’t pessimism.

It’s capacity.

It’s regulation.

It’s permission.

It’s space

for myself.

FOOTNOTE:

(I got the metaphor wrong — in my world “half empty” meant failure, but now it means capacity.)

Blurb

A collection of poems, metaphors, and lived wisdom about being a vessel in the world — not overflowing, not performing fullness, but learning the art of capacity. These pieces explore the truth that every vessel needs breathing space, and that half empty isn’t lack; it’s room to live.

Inspiration Molly my amazing daughter.

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