buckets

bucket of pain
bucket of sad,
bucket of love,
bucket of rain,
bucket of lonely, fearful,
sometimes glad…
sometimes shame;

we are these empty things
being filled by the world,
being filled by ourselves,
how do we chose what we contain?
are we condemned and insane?

bucket of sad,
bucket of pain,
bucket of hope to remain

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