once filled with courage,
once filled with colour,
standing tall,
ready to face destiny.
surrounded by laughter,
held close, caressed,
kissed by soft lips,
and revered by all.
now, nothing remains
but a transparent vessel,
the courage,
the colour,
the very soul consumed.
no longer standing tall,
but tossed carelessly aside,
discarded in the afterglow.
dirty, yet resilient,
waiting for the time
when the courage,
colour, and soul
will return,
and so, once again,
will love.
©2012 (prompt - empty glass)
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