Half

The age old question is
Glass half empty or full
Filled with water or wine
There really is no answer

But what if that glass isn’t a glass at all
What if that glass is something much more
No water going in or gin going out
But something so strong you can’t even see it

This something is malleable
It can be weak or strong
This something is an energy
For it lives in all

This something is addicting
The craving and desiring
It comes to some swiftly, but others so slowly
It fades and it grows and it can be everlasting

This something is love
But the question I must ask
Is my heart half full or half empty
For it is a pain I can no longer mask