There's nothing but shattered pieces
my china cup has paid the price
I spent too much at the store today
and his reaction wasn't nice
The kids complained and fussed
I could feel impending doom
He was tired and didn't care
now they're crying in their room
I cower and listen in numb despair
while his curses fill my ears
He's got my throat, I cannot breathe
my eyes well up with tears
"If only you didn't make me mad!"
I know that's what he'll say
I'd run and hide and take the kids
but I'd never get away
He's sitting there, his fire has died
pretending nothing fared
I stand and face him, cup in hand
I've never been so scared
"You see this cup?" I asked him
"So fragile and complete?"
I threw it down in one swift blow
and glass flew at his feet
He stared at me in disbelief
as I finally took a stand
"This cup is me, each broken piece,
I wish you'd understand!"
"Some of the pieces can be fixed
with patience and some glue,
but some of these are just too small
this cup will never be new."
"Each time you say a hateful word
each time you grab my arm,
My mind and heart are shattered
and you'll never undo the harm."
He told me I was crazy,
and I'd better clean up the mess
I guess the lesson here was lost
and so am I, I guess
I found the strength to leave one day
but it took too long to get free
A shattered cup is my reminder
of the life he took from me
The pain is still too real to me
even though he's not around
He still finds ways to hurt me
and throw me to the ground
My life is shattered pieces
but at least I can know this:
Someday God will fix my cup
but who will take care of his?
Angie Horvath 2000
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