Void
How do you fill a void,
a gaping hole in the heart?
How can you find a lost piece of yourself,
an essential fraction of the whole?
My heart and soul cry for help,
yearning for a cure and an answer,
to the void.
My heart is scarred,
my soul worn out.
The light is framed by darkness.
I long for what I cannot have,
a thing that was torn away.
Tears roll down my cheeks
as I shout my lamentations to the sky.
Is it a dream, my heart hopes,
but I’m afraid that it is not.
It is as real as this world can be.
This harsh, cruel world.
Through the darkness,
the light shines bright.
A fire driven by determination,
resting at the center of my being.
Fueled by my friends,
my family, my dreams,
my hopes.
The fire still burns.
Is there a void?
A hole in my heart?
The energy of my soul drained away?
Only when that fire goes out,
when I allow the rain of despair
to drench the flame.
My heart may be scarred,
but it is not broken.
my soul may be tired,
but it still has strength to fight.
As long as a single spark remains,
there is hope.
I am in her arms,
with God at her side,
and love embracing us all.
The void is an illusion,
just an obstacle to overcome.