Saved By A Teacup Poem by Donna Saphier

I hide beneath my teacup
It's the place I go to think
People think a teacup
Is something that holds drink

But to me mine is so special
Just for when I want to hide
This is where I chillout
When the tea leaves have all dried

I think in here and safe I feel
When the world just seems so unreal
It is china, I'd like to say
It stops all things that come my way

In the teacup I like to think
You probably think I need a shrink
My teacup is a larger size
So you can't see tears in my eyes

It's quiet in here and oh so dry

Until my leaking eyes do cry.