The Emptied
My mind hungered the untimeliness
of shattered existence above all grave
battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet
hushes I employed to write to empty
oneself into an invisible crowded realm
ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts
glow the brilliant hue that send signals
down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun
capturing necessity illuminating fields
of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh
holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness
courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness
fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall
gather in spite my absence an yet I invited
myself deep inside criticism once again
vaguely I'd remember a time of calm
creating prose and song shaking off
writers block like a bad poisoning
chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden
within the braising wall I'd cleverly built
around myself protecting my craft my work
exposing my scars revealing emptiness
very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty
merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2023
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