Sponge

like a sponge

i absorb

all your worries

all your pain

all your mistakes

all your past

i absorb

all that you place on me

soon i will be able to absorb no more

 

-Mysty Rayn

 

Reviews

[M Bacchus]

this sounds like you are carrying someone elses baggage, continuously throwing it over your shoulder, trying to make it to the next bus stop, looking behind you, wishing that some of this weight has dropped along the roadside, but feeling that its weight is becoming too heavy for you to sustain, a warnng message for the one you speak to.
Michael

[Pink Poison]

This smacks of parenthood to me. I feel like I take on my son's burdens all too readily, especially now that he is an adult. I need to step back and wring myself dry. Love the analogy here. Great poem!

[Colleen C Dunphy]

I loved this, even though I was totally singing sponge bob square pants in my head when I read it. I spend too much time with little children.
Just makes sure you ask for a little squeeze every once in a while and let it all out.

[Austinsmom]

Nicely done, you convey your point well... being there for someone out of love and dedication however there is only so much of someone else's luggage you can carry. There is only so much softening the blow for someone else, that soon you begin to bruise as well. Very well put.

Wendy

[Prudence Desideria]

nice and short and spot on. Love it... Really, the only thing that bugs me is the font (which is really not relevant at all). Love the paralell!

[Bonnie]

This is great!

I know how it feels to be a sponge.
Not a particularly good feeling, and it does get to a point where we can absorb no more!

Very well written.