Some, is too little
And more is never enough.
Your chalice spill, an overflowing cup
You would still moan
For a top up

As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.

In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus

As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.

In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus

Bit by bit,
Your calendar starts to fill again
This time it fills with things for you
You and only you

Your calendar,
It has more white than before
But now the white looks like snow
Instead of the ice from before.

A prelight; relight.
Reviving glow breaks the line!
Overflow of Light.

The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.

Outside life is in its green glory
springs and explodes with gusto.
Trees and plants shout with joy
irrepressible energy pulls me forward
leaps ahead from my dust and darkness
and takes me into sky from my fright
transforms my darkness into light
I thank you life for appearing in my night.  
It is in this mixture of shadows and sun
that you appear most awesome overflowing
running over the fearful edge of my soul.

Darkness flows through life
Loved the sun and moon for light
Hug the night sky tight

They say our body is compiled of 60% water, and everyone runs around preaching self care but my glass is metaphorically full but physically empty.
I can’t stomach another drink and I’m starting to to feel like I’m drowning.
I’m overflowing from the inside out.