Sometimes the chamber where my heart lies
Is empty
A feeling of hollowness
An ache
That causes me to arch my back
Then contract inward on myself
Tuck into a little ball
Alone in my bed
And wonder
Will it ever happen to me?
Will I ever feel the love I long to feel?
Maybe I should just give up
Blow out the candle
Snuff out the flame
And yet
Even when I feel this empty
I still see a small ember
Not enough to start a fire quite yet
But enough to give me hope.



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