Blues, Blood & Another Cup of Tea

Unable to speak plain, so here’s a clue.
The tea she serves me is a bitter brew.
Strained & mixed with such salty tears
yet I still drank it down for many years.

The cup it is in seems ancient, cracked,
my heavy heart hangs equally wracked.
Chipped, scarred, pictured porcelain peeling.
Some wounds can cut too deep for healing.

Her haggard voice demands “Drink some more!”
So I knock it back through throat so sore.
My stomach lies lined by its toxic taste.
Mixes with misery to form a putrid paste.

I sip, she stares straight into my eyes.
Won’t find true nature behind my lies.
Do I deceive to protect her or myself?
A bit of both – I still value my health.

Reluctantly repeat this dismal dance daily,
trapped together trying to finish her tea.
Sometimes left wondering why I even try.
If I do, she’ll pour more as time goes by.

I dip a broken biscuit, leave crumbs in my stories.
Point to present and add hopes for future glories.
A record repeats as she still stands stern above.
“Can anyone find me someone to love?”

Someday I may move mountains, go faraway from her reach,
drink spicy rum in the sun with a new love by the beach.

Copyright ยฉ 2016 Philip Craddock. All rights reserved.

17 thoughts on “Blues, Blood & Another Cup of Tea

  1. This poem was originally written around a year and a half ago, when I was trapped in an abusive relationship & feeling rather hopeless about my life. A rather dramatic & traumatic incident had also occurred a week prior to me writing this. My marriage ended shortly afterwards which ultimately turned out to be a good thing (met & fell in love with Phoebe) but it did spark a long, expensive & agonisingly painful custody battle for my daughter (finally awarded 50% custody).

    I deleted the poem from my site shortly after my marriage ended (feared it had contributed towards me losing my daughter) but as my marriage ending ultimately turned out to be a good thing and I have my daughter back now, I’ve decided to add this poem to my site again.

    This poem was originally written as a part of “A Prompt Each Day”, where we were challenged to incorporate 10 words into one of our poems (or as many of them as we could) . The 10 words were “Stories”, “Eyes”, “Dance”, “Clue”, “Voice”, “Heart”, “Nature”, “Behind”, “Ancient” and “Tea”.

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  2. Glad you found it back! You were right, it sure was worth re-posting. A great example of the magic of writing; taking such pain, and turning it into something beautiful is truly an art…

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    1. Thank you. Glad you like this poem & thank you for following my site. ๐Ÿ™‚ I recommend checking out the Top 10 posts chart on my home page whenever you’re in the mood for another of my poems or stories (if you’re in the mood for a story, “Beauty Fares From the Train” is a good opener).

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    1. Finally! It did feel like a Herculean task to do so though. This past year was terrifying for me, going through custody battle etc. Glad it worked out okay. And Phoebe is lovely – I feel so lucky to be with her now & she feels the same about me. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Thank you for reading my poetry & following my site. ๐Ÿ™‚

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