A Moment of Clarity

A glass sits untouched, a silent witness to time,

while droplets descend like an unsung rhyme.

They race down the side, escaping their grip,

as worries wash away with each cooling sip.

The condensation whispers, it tells of my plight,

a moment of clarity lost in the night.

I ponder each bead, as they tumble with grace,

every drop feels heavy, like a truth I can’t face.