My Cup of Tea

As the world We knew crumbles
and the world unknown emerges,
I sit here.
Just me and my cup of tea.

Sitting, here,
in between what was and what will be.
Here, doing nothing,
but drinking my cup of tea.

So much pain, so much hope,
so many possibilities, so much unknown.
So much fear, so much love,
all spinning on hold.

Just me,
while I sit here.
Just me
and my cup of tea.

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