You cannot give water when your own glass is empty. What do you do when you need to refill it?
Poem 101 of 365 –
Dear God,
Thank you for another day that I’m alive.
I know I should be grateful,
But all I feel is dead inside.
It’s been like this for a few days now,
And I can’t figure out the whys or hows.
Every morning I wake up empty
I try to fill myself, but this leaky bucket you lent me
Is so full of holes, I’ve given up trying.
God of life, stop me from feeling like I’m dying.
~ Essie
Essie Writes Poetry 