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Fill 'Er Up

Updated: Feb 20, 2022

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.


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