Nothing

Sanctuary

there is a place that I go 

where the wind doesn’t blow 

that is overall and utterly bleak 

it is that space in my heart 

that has been cleared in part 

by those that I love that are weak   

the emptiness shifts 

as the walls lift 

and here is where nothing gathers 

the pain is writ 

with hatred and spit 

in nothing none of this matters   

the edges are sharp

and tear at my heart

as I seek that place in the center 

the hedges are thick 

and formed with the sick 

that seeps from me as I enter   

I move through the past

hard and fast 

changing the view as I go 

A trip that I’ve made 

many times to save 

the peace and love that I know   

here I am born 

through thicket and thorns 

showing my teeth to the pain 

to find that nothing 

in the middle of something 

is to find what I know is sane   

I move with care 

and a burden to bear 

seeking the empty space 

Through thorns and thicket 

built with sickness 

at the edge of this nothing place   

The trek is a trial 

millions of miles 

it takes a lot and it shows 

where the wind doesn’t blow 

and tears don’t flow

is where all this nothing goes

Author's Note

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I love this poem, particularly the nursery rhyme cadence against the subject matter. It is stunning.