I pour.
I pour some more.
Is it full?
Never, but I keep pouring.
And pouring…
And pouring…

I never see the cracks.
Pour pour pour
I never see the emptiness.

I pour.
I’m tired but I pour some more.
It’s empty again.
Always.
Keep pouring.
And pouring…
And pouring…

I’m afraid to stop pouring.
Afraid.
I pour, covering my own cracks and emptiness.

Suddenly, I am being filled.
Love pouring in,
Value pouring in,
Truth pouring in,
Healing flooding in.

Overflowing, I receive.

Megan Burmester
© September 28, 2018