I remember you asked me
If there was milk in the carton,
And I found it to be empty
You asked if this was a joke
As you opened the lid to find that
The caps still enclosed
With a little chuckle
My mind mentioned the idea
Of evaporated milk
" So, they gave us evaporated milk"
I could only remember your cackling
How your laughter filled
Every square inch of the room.
My mind told that part of me
That was afraid, to just go for it,
Even if it was cheesy to us, be reckless
And tell the joke.
That feeling of acceptance, and openness.
The sadness I felt
Just evaporated out of existence
From that room, just like the milk.
The image I made, the expectations I poured
Into this empty milk carton,
"Evaporated"
The times where I automatically
Saw myself as worthless, without taking the time
And patience to find my worth.
Nitpicking myself as weak
During moments where it was tough and difficult to comprehend.
Assuming that I am knowledgeable
When I barely use my knowledge,
Now I know that I have to,
No, I want to keep learning
And keep asking, and reading
To find my answers.
Because now, my image of being incapable of loving myself
Has disappeared, and with this empty carton of milk
I would love to fill it with discoveries
Of how to keep going.
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Contentment
PoetryContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...
