Bottle

See, I wish I were a larger bottle-with greater room to fill and swallow. With a easy to twist and open cap that could release.....the pressure. So that I could always go back to who is existing-no living-in these bones and in this flesh. To really discover her at her simplistic best but, this tiny bottle that I've been given has a big habit of busting. Once over trusting over the rim- the inches flowing as the tears in my eyes... Grow and growing and in each tear drop there is a reason and a story. Stories for God to read and shake the foundations of my worries.