The Hollowing
I once screamed
But the echoes faded,
And slowly, I lost my voice.
I once cried
Until the rivers dried,
And slowly, I lost my tears.
I once grieved
But the weight grew lighter,
And slowly, I bore it all.
I once rejoiced
But joy turned distant,
And slowly, the world stood still.
Now, all that remains
Is an expressionless face,
A gaze as unyielding as stone.
In the void of my heart,
Only perseverance lingers,
A quiet, insignificant ember
That belongs to me alone.
Yet embers endure,
Hidden beneath ash,
A stubborn glow defying the dark.
It flickers faintly,
Whispering to the void:
"I am still here."
Though storms may howl,
And shadows press close,
This ember cannot be quenched.
It waits patiently,
For a breath, a spark,
To ignite what was once lost.
From this ember,
A fire could rise—
Not to destroy,
But to warm the hollow soul.
A flame to remind the world:
Even the smallest ember
Holds the power to burn bright.
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