Fill my cup

Too many responsibilities I try to take on

Finding myself running a marathon

At work and home, every single day

Tasks off my mental list I tick away

The feeling of accomplishment is real, no doubt

But slowly, gradually, I am inching towards burnout…

My cup whose capacity I considered infinite

Is emptied out completely every night

I barely get a chance to fill it in the figurative sense

I continue to run, at my sanity’s expense..

I want to project a smiling face always

Instead I show brusque efficiency these days

Irritability and short temper accompany me

Good vibes don’t emanate from a cup empty

Let me pause, slow down, daydream, smell the flowers

Let me forget my superwoman powers

Let me fill my cup with thoughts positive

Thus replenished, more to the world I can give..