I am a sponge for your desire to become more, to reach higher, to do great. I will be there to fulfill the expectations you could not reach yourself. I'll carry your aspirations, I'll swallow your disappointments. And I expand, because that's what sponges do. And then I shrink to fit whatever space is left.

I will absorb your problems, your fears and woes.

I'll be a pillow too, holding you up, not letting you drown. No matter how far you sink, I will catch you.

I'll be the buffer. I'll speak up, I'll pipe down. I'll be kind and I'll be smart — but never more than you can hold.

I am a sponge, and at the end of the day I'll wring it all out, feel empty again.

And I wonder why I feel lost.