Among the dead and broken things
Brought from near and far
They come in search of water
To fill their empty jar.
Vessels of all sizes
Some broken, some seem fine
Their wish is to be filled up
By something that is mine.
Kindness and compassion
Love and sympathy
They flock like moths to a flame
For a little piece of me.
I fill their jars the best i can
Then send them on their way
Leave them with a sense of hope
To survive another day.
Wandering souls who seek me out
For something that they need
A warm embrace a friendly smile
They come to me to feed.
I drain myself so they might live
It is the life water that they see
But often i must wonder
Who will refill ME?
I am the oasis in the desert
To those from near and far
Among the dead and broken things
I am a shining star.
Much Love, G
About the Creator
Gail S.
I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Comments (3)
Love this poem.
I love a good oasis! You really are a shining star! Great work! Amazing poem!
I love this poem especially this line: "Who will refill ME?" - this is so relatable 🥰