A Poem:
Empty. Longing. Deep, inner sadness.
I see my reflection in other’s faces but it’s not the same.
I reach. I try.
The hole feels empty.
Party. Fun. Drink. Smoke.
The hole still feels empty.
Work. Hard. Busy.
The hole Still feels empty.
What is the hole?
Is it a missing piece?
Is there something in there I haven’t seen?
Sit. Still. Quiet. Listen.
I’ve been waiting. There- I AM.
Whole. Love. Belonging.
The hole is not empty.
It’s the part of me who has been waiting to BE.
It’s me, I AM.