I'm full of it 😅
My heart is full of grace for what I have, and been given As those are two different things What I have is what I choose to keep What I've been given is by, of, and from love My heart is full of hunger for what I am to learn So much to see and do Seeking discomfort like a junkie Yet anxious because of fleeting, slippery time The newness of knowledge and unasked for wisdom like holes in a blanket of complacency and self righteousness My heart is full of discontentment for everything I've told myself I need but don’t have yet Yearning and obsession with the idea that what I need will save me from who I am like holding onto sand so tight that it's a palmful of nothing by the time I'm ready to open up My heart is full of grief for all I have lost Versions of myself I miss like I would an old dear friend Corners and drawers in a room that no longer exists Except in the squiggly creases of long term memory My heart is full of hope that is largely little; sometimes large and s