the bottom of the cup

“He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.”

                                                            P.G. Wodehouse

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What do we carry in our souls

Hate, greed?

Lust?

Compassion?

Hope?

Fear?

Anger?

Love?

We are burdened souls

Weighted down

Lifted up

And whatever is in there

Deep in our souls

At the central place

Where we are who we are….

Is etched in our face

Revealed in our bodies

There is a reason I look the way I do (tired and overwhelmed)

There is a reason Trump looks the way he looks

And you look the way you look

Whatever is happening

Oozes out through our eyes

Our mouth

Our chin

So look at that person in the mirror

What does your face reveal about you

The truth is out there