cup of oneness

imbibing the cup
cast some friends out,
called new ones in—
this, a necessary
purge

it bulldozed
old beliefs,
flipped my view
upside down
and rearranged

my very core—
in the rubble
of myself,
I dusted
off remains

reclaimed a skeleton
of kindness, found
bones of gratitude—
now, drink
some more

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.