Overflow

“When did I last drink from the well?”

The fog of my mind hides the answer.

My heart sinks deep within me.

I should be able to tell.

Thirst consumes and it drives me,

I find other places to quench my thirst.

I drink and I drink, yet I’m still thirsty.

I keep going back. It’s easy not to think.

When I finally notice how dry I’ve become.

Weariness is in my very bones.

Lead flows through my blood, pulling me

down with its weight. Am I too late?

You should teach me a lesson.

Make me wait to fill up my cup.

Remind me you told me I would get thirsty.

Tell me I should know by now I need to drink.

Yet when I drag what is left of me to the well,

my arms too heavy to lift my cup.

You reach down and start pouring,

until Living Water overflows my cup.

photo credit: Anderson Rian @oandersonrian