SPILL?
the word is sitting in my chest like a stone.
spill your guts they said.
okay. here’s my guts.
i’m spilling the lie i tell every morning: “i’m fine.”
i’m not fine. my wallet is spilling empty. my eyes are spilling tears at 2am.
my heart is spilling anger at a world that keeps asking “when will you blow?”
i spilled my dreams last year. poured them into a business that died in 3 months.
the smell of failure is still on my hands.
i spilled words i shouldn’t have said to my mom. she cried. i pretended i didn’t see.
i’m spilling this now because my chest will explode if i don’t.
do you know what spilling feels like?
it’s messy. it’s loud. it’s embarrassing.
coffee on white shirt. secrets on a public page.
but spilling also means emptying.
and maybe... maybe after i spill all this pain,
there’ll be space for something new to pour in.
peace. money. hope. i don’t know.
Your turn: What are you spilling today? Drop it in the comments. Let’s empty our cups together 💛
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