To Convert to a Cup

For a friend in a dark place...

So you tell me that you're a bottle,

And that you take all that you can take.

But don't you know, that bottles...

They fill, and burst, and break.

Bottles are containers-

They keep things locked up inside.

Please, won't you tell me...

What is it you want to hide?

Your cap may just be turning,

And I'd like to take it off.

I'd like to see, just what it is,

That is filling up.

If you let me in, 

I will merely attempt to help.

I offer you this...

Because I was once a bottle myself.

I was pretty close to breaking-

In fact, I had some cracks.

And my lid was close to snapping-

My system was out-of-wack.

Though, the only contents spilt,

I must admit were red-

It left me pretty empty,

And I ended up in bed.

I was sent away-

To a place where I was taught...

That if you are a bottle,

Try, instead, to be a cup.

And I must say, it worked for me.

I felt much better every day.

For when I let it all pour out-

It didn't bother me in anyway.

So I beg of you to reconsider-

Try being a cup instead.

For when cups fill up, they overflow,

And their contents merely spread.

Do not keep these feelings

 Bottled up inside.

Especially when there is someone 

Who wishes to sit by your side.

I can't promise that you'll feel better.

At least, not right away-

It will take some time to help... 

But that's perfectly okay.

Reviews

[Oliver Lee]

this is so incredible? I loved the metaphor, and the care you have for whoever the poem is about.

[Blue]

Kaitlyn, the metaphor had me smiling all throughout. I wish I thought of this before. Unique and interesting and consistent. Your poem warmed my heart.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Thank you so much. This was written for a friend who is struggling with his emotions.