Who are You? what are You? who am I?
For what reason did You bring me to being?
Where is all that pain You carry?
This is my pain, I want to share it with You but I flinch to share Yours
because I cannot deal with a pinch of what You go through.
Where is Your jar of LOVE? Have you run out?
Oh I forget Your LOVE but this is mine, I am half spent,
that is exaggerated; I am spent.
My jar bends and crackles from the tiniest of winds,
yet no louder than the silence of my heart beat.
Please, fill my jar, till I overflow and gush like water freed from a dam.