I went to drink from the cup, it was empty, my heart sank
my mouth was so dry but my soul thrist for the quenching taste of the liquid from that cup I'd seen so many others drink from
I looked all around me and I saw no where to drink, no oasis in this desert, a sandstorm approaching
Putting the cup to my lips once more and yet again met with emptiness...like so many times before, i was gripped by an overwhelming feeling of fear, scared I may never taste the sweet nectar of happiness
Tears of anguish streamed down my forlorn face and evaporated before they could hit the sand.
I looked at that cup, so elaborately carved and engraved with the stories of those before me, thought of the hands that had held it in celebration where my fingers now desperately clasped as if trying to squeeze the life out ot i and...nothing
This cup transformed to a different meaning of the "American Dream", in my hands, the hands of an African descendant and a body made to bear children as it beared many burdens before. Hands that had not written the constitution but picked the cotton out back.
the contents of this cup had been emptied with no regard for the next person's thirst. I journeyed all this way for it's soul aving serenity, the concoction to help me devise a plan, a remedy for the sickness that ravaged wrecklessly within me but it was gone.
So there i lie, I sat, I waited and wondered until I finally mustered my strength to journey in search of my own ingredients for a new mixture. Along the way i mixed m blood, my sweat, and my tears in that cup. zamy anguish, my pain, my hurt, my failures brewed with my hope, my love, my faith, my triumphs....to drink from that cup whose contents had not been intended for me but that which I drank from anyway. The same cup that those before me, facing great adversity, drank from and also arrived t oan empty cup and sought to fill it again.
Now full,, I drank from the cup wehemently this cup not intended for me, a cup that held all i'd ever dreamt to be. And now as I looked at the cup, I saw the story of me, engraved there for the nxt to see...
I left that cup with a sip at the very bottom, hoping the next ; would drink from the cup of success using it for the nourishment of their mind, body, and soul and venture on in search of more...
