rebirth

to hear your voice again brings my eyes to be filled with water 

they pour out tears filling a bucket 

a pale blue bucket, oh how bright it is 

your voice creates cracks and creases in that bucket 

your staining the bucket 

my bucket is red it’s so envious and miserable  

i take my bucket and begin to scrub away 

my bucket is still red 

so i began to cry and the bucket begins to wash away 

my bucket is no longer what it is 

the bright yellow bucket lit me up inside so much so I never cried again instead I laughed 

forever