she falls apart

I was once filled with
water
and I was labeled at
the sides
I was put into
the chiller
and I was definitely
for sale

When I was bought and
she emptied me into
her belly
I was washed and cleaned
and the label was removed
and I was naked

I was left to dry on
the window sill
where the sun shone
on me
and I sparkled and
reflected the rays
into the air

Then I was placed on
the shelf
among other empty
bottles
as part of another kind
of display

the words just flow
freely from my head and
heart to my hand
to the pen that sails
smoothly across the
clean, white paper

But There Are Moments
when I get stumped and
at a loss to express myself
and my emotions because
they are sometimes too
hard to put into words