Overflow

There is sorrow in the morning

rays light up as the sunrise

but it was never a praise

Feet can’t move

as cold seeps in

Truth, is it? Or am I falling?

It takes away an empty feeling,

hopping, jumping, giddy laughing — bliss

Deep breath, it was all fleeting.

To fill a jar

A plan — make it full,

and never stop until it is a fool

Do bright faces make might?

Rekindle — has it ever required a fight?

Lean in as it leaves, it was all a creep