The Empty Jar

The process of pouring yourself
into another was alien to you
Yet, you pushed back your fears
the god forsaken donkey years
And plunged deeply
Into hope-
Ah, that shiny coin
caught between heads and tails

Being the women I am
I walked away,
leaving nothing more than
small bites of poetry
bellowing behind

Small flutters of wingless love
that you hungrily chewed
until blood gave way to bone

Using all your strength
you captured what the wind
would steal

As I gorged myself on life
your preception of reality
was forever altered

How I remember
How I am shamed

Sarah Hardin