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.