Full. Empty. Recycle. Breakdown. Create. Fill. Empty. recycle. Breakdown. Create. Fill...
This is my cycle. This is our cycle.
You fill me up.
You breathe your breath life right into my nostrils.
You put your own living blood into mine.
Full.
The days wear on me.
That tree's fruit tastes so good.
In a façade of control and self sufficiency I become a depleted resource.
Empty.
You find me...empty.
I hide in shame; you make clothes for me.
You speak hope and truth in the places of my deepest fears.
Recycle.
Empty, you break me down.
Quietly you lead me out of the garden, out of the known.
I tremble at the rapid changes, and sharp honesty.
Breakdown.
Life. New life in a way I've never known.
I labour and till: the new life is born.
Up from the ashes I see a beauty, a clear glass, I've never seen before.
Create.
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