Broken Glass Cup

Like an empty glass getting filled,

I listen and take it in—

Holding everything I feel

really slowly.

Like a big jug getting poured,

every drop is another feeling

letting it all in.

Wanting to spill but must hold.

Can’t. I’ll crack and spill.

Letting it fill more and more

and holding in more and more.

It is full, threatening to spill

but still trying to hold it in.

It spills and I try to stop it.

The glass finally cracks,

spilling all away.

Once it spills,

the whole thing restarts—

one big cycle.