I Drop My Words
I drop my words into a bucket
And carry them with me while I work
When it rains, it fills to the brim
Becoming unwieldy and emotional
But the goodness floats to the top
Giving me gifts from below
It’s hard to know when to
Empty it out and start again
Usually it is when my arms
Have become heavy due to all the lifting
But the carrying builds character
Builds muscle and builds empathy
A memory that we can share
Though separated by the page
That is the joy of words
We cross worlds and join souls
Thoughts
He was a good boy.
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