I spent the day collecting pain.
Accumulating containers
as I journeyed through my day.
Lost love, and life
Broken dreams
Faded memories
Unresolved fears.
As I focused on the pain
That I had gathered
It overwhelmed.
The containers had started small
but grew in size to accommodate.
Overflowing
Unlike turning water into wine.
There is no celebration.
Art :Detail of a cat, Wedding at Cana
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