This chalice is for the living,
This chalice is for losing the script of your life,
the chapters about who you are
in other people's stories.
This chalice is for the lost GPS
that was supposed to show you how to get
where they expected you to go.
This chalice is for skipping the directions,
coloring outside the lines,
painting—not by number—but by silence,
by wild abandon,
with a brush you made yourself
from light deep inside.
A new voice
that already knows you.
Finally, a true story.