I stare at walls that used to speak, how blank with truth I didn't seek.
I love, I feel, I cry, I smile. I thrive and yearn and feel what I earn.
I sleep and eat to fill it up. I dream of more, an empty cup.
All the voices I hear once never there, an empty head for all I cared.
My frown once upside down, not a care was there
Words left unsaid and things I can't undo. An empty book filled with meaning one can't understand and left unread.
You cant hide from a feeling when set in stone, build from obsedian and I just can't let go.
But maybe,
Maybe empty isn't hollow,
Maybe it's space, a silence not of loss but rest.
A moment before the next deep breath.
I am still here, still made of flame and even if no one can see me burn, I carry light I'll someday learn to call my own.
Empty,
but maybe not the end.
But the place where I begin again.