The color brown rests

In my cup, here.

A new world lies before me

In my heart, a tiny, smiling hope.

Here, in my cup,

I stir streams of white cream

My heart holds a tiny, smiling hope

I sit and sip and savor the feeling

I stir streams of white cream

Between the banks of bitter brown

I sit and sip and savor the feeling

And form distance between my mind.

Between the banks of bitter brown

I am still here.

There is space between my troubled mind and

Where my small world lies.

Still, here I am,

Where, in my little cup

Lies my little world, and

Rests the color brown.