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My life has been more soup than tea.

More minestrone than vegetable.

Now days it’s a shade tepid

Though it believes it still has what it takes.

Its part of the fantasy of life

Believing the impossible.

Expectation is bashed out of you when you are young

Promises made are rescinded,

Joked about for you believing.

So you stop asking

You stop looking forward

You learn to exist.

I was taught about disassociating

I think that’s what I’ve done.

I no longer have hope that people will connect.

To avoid the remote possibility

They cross the street, eyes focused ahead

For fear recognition will bring disaster upon them.

I don’t reach out for fear of rejection

So often assistance, support was denied

Dig more holes, scrub more floors I was told.

So I stopped asking.

My cup is only a quarter filled

A bit rancid you might say

From stagnation, from life?

When full it contained my life,

From birth to I expect, death.

I wonder if I should be brave and reach out once more?

I know she is worth it

She reaches out to me

Keeps the dregs from freezing.

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/09/photo-challenge-164/