Musings / Poetry

Water

I am a glass
Neither half empty or half full
Maybe neither
maybe both
Hell, I’m unsure of my contents

I’m discontent
Because I was told I’d be filled to overflowing
And in this season I struggle not knowing exactly where my water line is

All I know is that I taste different
My composition is changing
And I feel like God is rearranging my makeup
My water is enhanced
But I am not yet full

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