Bitterness
Bitterness is a chipped cup.
Worthless, unwanted.
Grime encrusted. Cracked,
The pattern faded,
Stained by sour dregs.
I’ll have none of it!
I’ll smash it!
Grind beneath my feet
The powdered fragments.
I shall not leave it
For my heirs.
Let them bake a better clay