Filling the Emptiness
In my ways this pen
has always found a reason
to find itself in between
my hands.
Sometimes I take the time
to ask if this is it,
when truth rushes in
to fill my spirit as ink swirls
upon my skin.
I am not afraid of storms that breathe
into this poetry I write,
because all its winds lead me
to those places,
where I can feel.
Does a constant need
bring excitement
leaving us sailing away on songs
lying at the bottom of our hearts?
Is this the place
we roam?
A place where memories keep hoping
we will let them in
as they surround the years
rising to sing in a key
our voices never meant to sing again.
Do not tell me I break the rules
when I try and turn
the wheel of fate.
You know I will always be the one,
trying to fill the empty air
with song.
But tell me,
how does one close up emptiness
when it’s been there so long
even the world
thinks it’s part of the air
they breathe?
In my ways this pen wakes me,
gives me back my heart.
Delighted,
I find myself wondering
if I should sign my name,
or pour this emptiness I filled,
back into my pen
and part.
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
After reading this I think that everyone find that emptiness is just an imagination and that we all have something in our life to fill up the emptiness that we sometimes feel. Thank you Neva for all the love you give to people with you beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteDon't we all carry a certain loneliness and yearning inside us? For something we can't even voice?
Anonymous - we can certainly find something to do to fill it momentarily, but it will come back.
Thanks ((Neva))
Emptiness is perhaps be a form of fear. I shall no doubt be pondering your poem for the rest of the day!
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