My Cup Runneth Over

Today I am being gentle with myself.
My cup runneth over,
With the fears and doubts,
The anxiety and regrets,
The slights and misunderstandings,
Of all those I have been around.
I am a giant sponge,
Who has absorbed their energy.
Now I am alone,
In quiet space,
To let it all out.
So perhaps then,
I can be refilled,
By being with those,
Who have the vitality for living.

The Small Gestures

It is in the small gestures,
The daily acts of kindness,
The patience,
And selflessness.
The notice of the needs of another,
That we should be measured.

It is in true empathy,
That accepts,
That we are all flawed,
And do not mean,
Out of spite,
To pass on our suffering.

These are the acts,
which define our humanity.
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