Half way there

Fill up my cup 
until I am no longer half empty 
but half full

Fill my body,
Overflow my spirit
teach me to see another perspective 
that I am no longer half empty 
but half full

Almost complete,
no longer bone dry
Afraid that one more fall 
Will break me into terrible pieces

Make me feel rich in moisture, 
reassuring every crack 
that they will be molded back together

Never again to know the feelings of 
desolate and arid land
missing the comfort of rain.