I could sit on a mountainside alone,
breathe in the heather.
The warm wind taking cares from my brow.
The granite shielding my soul.
The far reaching sea wind waking me.

In the safety of that wild space
I could bare my soul.
Grieve the lost child and give thanks to those that were found
and if I put one foot
in front of the other
it will raise me up.

I won't think of you incessantly
worrying
waiting for my sky to fall.
Feeling the love you hold back
a deficit.

It's so soon that you cannot look me in the eye.
That silence that sits between us
Screaming of my failings.

If no space can really be empty
Why can I feel
this hollowness in me
Why can I hear the echoes of old voices

I feel this life un-lived, spent wishing itself away.