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Bottle Me Up
January 4, 2018
I am an empty bottle
I am curved at the edges and
brand new
Day by day you pour your liquid into me
I let it sit inside me
You fill me to the top
I pour myself out
I am an empty bottle again
I am curved at the edges and I look as though I am brand new
You pour more liquid
It continues to sit inside me
I am full
You pick me up and shake me
And now,
I explode
I am not an empty bottle anymore
I am not curved at the edges
and I am no longer brand new
Therefore, there is no more liquid you are able to pour into me
As I am no longer a bottle
© Jenny H., Trooper, PA
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This is a poem that was written not too long ago by myself. My meaning behind this was that at times, after so much constant stress and anxiety that one may no longer consider themselves who they truley are.