Life is full of ups and downs Cups filled; cups emptied She tries to grasp onto time Yet the sand always slips away Another day gone by Too many things to do Each day she longs to start anew Yet each day comes full to the brim With no room for fresh beginnings Life’s momentum has taken over Not enough hours between sunrise and sunset Never enough time to do all the things The things she’s picked up along the way People count on her to do those things But what if one day she dared to let go? What if she let those things go? And instead, held the sand of time in her hands Holding on tightly, molding it into something new Using that sand to fill her soul, to fill her cup Would others’ cups remain unfilled? Would they look at her with eyes disdained? Would they learn to fill their cups? And if they didn’t could she let it go? As she lay her head to bed she thought, maybe tomorrow.