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.

Author's Note

*dedicated to My friend Lisa F.

A poem about the decision we as writers make as to whether to scrap or share a piece of our souls..........our work.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Maybe, just maybe we forget that people who write are actually using their imagination .. soooo, who's to know if we write fact or fiction?!

Until fairly recently I was wary of being as open in here than in my 'first world', various folk had misinterpreted things I 'said', so i hurt, reacted maybe foolishly. Now I do what I want; people who bother to read between the lines know the truth.

Your wonderful poetry says much the same but in such a regal, subtle way, Neva .. your phrasing is second to none, I really taste your words and lick my lips afterwards - whatever the theme! Liza will be so very grateful for what you're saying here

There's both sadness and joy in this poem, dear friend .. both as fine as the other, 'You know I will always be the one, ~ trying to fill the empty air with song.'

[Robin]

" There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you "
~ Maya Angelou

when words meet meaning , that is the magic

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Great expression, and I do scrap, mostly lines and short verses etc, love how you have balanced the reasoning :)

[Mike Winegar]

A very beautiful piece about expression and opening our expressions to others.

[Audrey Howitt]

Lovely write Neva! It is a delicate question---

My favorite line:

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?

Maybe I relate to this line more?

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was a great poem.
Your pen is indeed mightier than the sword...
and your heart is an open house in this work.

[Lily Mae]

"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?"

I could really feel this Neva... excellent write...xx

[ALiteRead]

I am always amazed at your choice of words and ease of flow.
I like this a lot.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Magestically refined wtih a static imagery which seaks to me, and to all readers, well done, good read.

[almaraye]

Your poetry is beautifully expressed...
Beautiful Neva ..