With thanks to Dr. Seuss and Sam
This it is. This it is. It is this.
That dark abyss. That black abyss.
I do not like it; an abyss it is.
Would you try — fill the abyss?
So deep and dark and dank it is.
I cannot fill this black abyss.
Would you fill it with some food?
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It’s bigger than my heart and soul.
Would it fill with a cup of joe?
Or with a soothing hot cocoa?
I cannot fill it with caffeine.
Neither with the cacao bean.
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It's bigger than my heart and soul.
Would you fill it with a shopping spree?
Or with a deluxe mani-pedi?
Not with sales. Or buffing nails.
Not with toffee. Nor coffee.
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It’s bigger than my heart and soul.
You can fill it with a book!
Read right in a cozy nook.
It won’t be filled by reading books.
Would you? Could you? With a pregnancy?
A new life will fill you, you will see!
I cannot fill it by reading tombs.
I cannot fill it through my womb.
I cannot fill it with bags of sales.
Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It’s bigger than my heart and soul.
Oh, Facebook, Insta, just check your feed!
Fill it with a fun-filled read.
Not with the net! Not with a tomb!
Not with growth inside my womb!
I cannot fill it with bags of sales.
Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It’s bigger than my heart and soul.
Say, music! Turn on the sound!
I think your mood will come around.
I can’t be filled with soothing sounds.
Would you fill it with a soak?
I cannot fill it with a soak!
Would you fill it with a joke?
I cannot fill it with a laugh.
I cannot fill it with a bath.
Not with a song. Not with a tomb.
Not with growth inside my womb!
I cannot fill it with bags of sales.
Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.
I cannot fill it with just food.
It will not help my morbid mood.
I cannot fill this empty hole.
It’s bigger than my heart and soul.
But you can fill it, Mother Dove.
Try to fill it with self-love.
Hold it gently, with kid gloves.
Say! I'll try this idea wild.
I will meet my inner child.
Let her see the light of day.
And I will hold her like you say.
I will whisper words so kind.
I will keep her in my mind.
I must admit, oh therapist.
That’s how we fill an abyss.