Date Written: 29 November 2025
I am a sponge when I want to be
And I am a sponge when I don’t
I am a great listener by choice
And a selective listener by force
I consistently absorb the information around me
Never knowing what to do
with all this knowledge
I find myself with
I sponge up what’s around me
The good and the bad
Never knowing how to squeeze myself out
once I get overwhelmed with what I know is around
I am always hearing what is said
no matter how much I may block my ears out
So I acknowledge what sounds good
and ignore what sounds bad
Bearing the consequences
of what can’t be squeezed out
and what I cannot turn a deaf ear to
But I will never escape
these emotions and words
that always make their way
to me and seemingly no one else
I will always be
finding myself wearing
the other person’s shoes
as if they were my own
And I will wear the soles out
until the balls of my feet show
in hopes that maybe then
Someone will see the person that I am
Rather than the sponge they have to dry out
and the ears they have to block the sound out