Guarded Vessel

I am very protective of my cup,

And it’s no one else’s,

It has scratches and bruises when viewed close up,

No questions or guesses,

I used to bottle up my emotions,

The lid was twisted on tight,

My voice and opinions had limitations,

Even my thoughts and insight,

Sometimes I didn’t have the right words,

Other times I was stuck,

Careful of how I used my vocal cords,

Now I don’t give a fuck,

Life can be so careless and unforgiving,

No light at the end of the tunnel,

Drained over lessons and not sure where I’m heading,

Life is starting to feel like a puzzle,

So I ask, “Who are you and what do you need”?

I’m guarded when it comes to my cup,

It’s special, unique, and authentic to me,

Just thought you should know and give you a heads up,

My cup is half empty and I am suspicious of you,

It took a lot of trials and errors to get here,

I knew I had to pull through and review my point of view,

So I ask that you make your intentions clear,

Magnetic with an air of mystery piques curiosity,

Depthless conversations don’t stimulate me consciously,

Aroused by talks about shadow work and its intensity,

Breaking cycles and healing simultaneously,

But I’ll let you sip from my Chalice if you’re tried and true,

The cup is half full so we can vibe out introspectively,

Merging with our own skeletons gives insight and value,

Wisdom from past wounds that I’ve worked out extensively,

Take comfort in knowing that my cup has pure Empress vitality,

Embracing our own truth is a necessity for synergy,

Dark internal transformations are part of my personality,

Because my path is illuminated by the Queen of Cups energy

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