Tanks

If I imagine

Myself

As having different tanks

Like a car

That requires multiple different fuels

I have this tank

Of love

And another

Of acceptance

And another

Of purpose

And another of hope

I find that all the possible tanks

Are never all filled

And I might have to drain one

To fill another.

Do I ever get to feel

A day or night in that high dream

What it’s like to be

With all the tanks all full?

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