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.
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Safiyah Sayani
I am a creative writer who loves writing poetry and short story.
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