Poured out your heart
and I was severely overwhelmed
by the quantity and complexity of its contents.
When it inundated my consciousness
and began to overflow
I raced to get a bucket.
But then, I started carrying that bucket
wherever I went
and last night it was in my bed,
took up way too much space,
and left very little room for me.
What miniscule sleep I got
was puncutated by turmoil
and restlesness.
By morning I was utterly spent
because the contents of the bucket
sloshed around, splashed on me
throughout the night
and before I knew it
I was saturated.
Got into the shower
but none of it would wash off
or even go down the drain.
And so now I've lugged
that heavy bucket everywhere
and am too exhausted to take it
anywhere else.
I'm going to drag it into a corner
and fasten a tight lid on it.
If that doesn't work,
I'll take it outsdie, dump it
and throw it in the trash.
But I don't even know
if I have the strength
to maneuver it that far.

You know,
a bucket brigade of one
is so very ineffective.