Monday, December 14, 2015

Full

This glass got too full
Not half empty
Not full
Too full
Too heavy to hold up
If you set it down
Let's fill it up with
Love
Kindness
Hope
And take turns holding it up
So it never gets so heavy
So full
That our hands let go
And we're left with scars and
Shattered glass

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