Filled

My life was a jar,
Packed with pebbles
To the top.

I didn’t know
There were spaces
Until you filled them.

Like sand filtering
The empty places
Full,
You are there between
And around every thought,
Every motion.

There is no moment
That is not
Heavy with you somehow,
I am pressed,
Pressed.

Every breath
Is not easy now.

by Carol Lynn Pearson


This explains it. eek