Take your bucket
Shiny and new,
Over to the spicket.
Now,
Try and turn it on,
Get all the water
You can
Sometimes,
It’s going to be
A nice stream
Other times
Drops,
If anything.
Now,
Don’t be alarmed
We’ve all been there.
Now,
Sometimes,
You can’t bring yourself
To carry the bucket
So take a rag,
Wet it all you’re willing
Back to the bucket
Squeeze in what you can
Rinse
Repeat
Until
Satisfaction.
Sometimes,
There will be too much water
All at once
The bucket
Will fill
Will overflow
Will spill.

Take a breath,
In
Out
Take a step back
Reclaim
The situation
Make the bucket
Yours again.
It’s only a bucket afterall
Right?

My advice?
Don’t show off
The bucket
It’s yours
Only yours
And no one else cares.

What they care about?
How you use the bucket.
To nourish
Or
To horde.

I am me
As you are you

I like to argue
I argue too loud
I don’t care what others think
I care too much
Sometimes the dark still scares me
The Alzheimer’s really scares me
I don’t talk in class enough
I want to talk in class enough
I want to write to write
I want to write for fame
I want to be alone
I never want to be left alone
I want to want
I want to be wanted
Life’s possibilities blows my mind
Life scares me
I’m slowly learning more about me
I don’t know him in the mirror

I am not lazy
I don’t think I can change the world
I don’t think about the spice girls
I am not a hypocrite
I don’t hate my body
I don’t think I’m gaudy
I am not depressed
I don’t lie to my friends
I don’t worry about my end
I am not dumb
I don’t compare myself to others
I don’t worry that I’m a bother
I am not a liar
I didn’t steal this idea from a song

Flexing and Rooted,
Taken by Wind, Eroding;
Strong Dandelion