Like water,
I slip out of your grasp.
No solid earth
to hold me.
Nothing for you
to contain my being,
as I fill up
and
empty out
all that I am,
over and over.
A vase
full of
mess and broken beautiful
flowers.
You wish to hold me.
But,
you don't know how.
Ah this is nice. I love the analogy - us as water and certain people not knowing how to hold us. Great job Susan.
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