Achingly Empty
Achingly empty isn't as bad as I had thought it would be...it leaves room for so much more that can be added to me-
good things--not so good things...
it's either endless or it's not-does it matter?
Standing on the crumbling edge of today...
wondering if the sudden plunge into tomorrow
is going to hurt or if the fall will be
accompanied by a sly snicker of derision!
To cling or not to cling...That is the question...
Whether tis nobler...oh wait...can't steal words
now can I? or can I?
Achingly empty isn't so bad for a life to be-
lots of room for lots of things;
shattered dreams--broken hopes--unfulfilled desires...
but then again-on the flip side of it all-
neverending bliss--blossoming joy--growing kindness...
No more concern over tomorrows...
just reveling in this amazing now we are in!
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