Drop by drop, a lake becomes
Drop by drop, a lake becomes
But I cannot cry -
I am the desert.
Signs of life are sparse, only
Necessary for survival.
Drop by drop, a lake becomes
So I do not cry -
I am a puddle.
Momentary joy for those who stomp in me
But it hurts to be stomped in.
Drop by drop, a lake becomes
Though I do not cry -
I am a river.
Resisting my current
To give it all to an ocean.
Drop by drop, a lake becomes
How could I not cry?
I am the lake now.
I am full, not spread thin.
I am overflowing with me
Posted May 7, 2022, 10:30 AM UTC
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