© photo by michelle bryant
my body aches
my soul is yearning
my heart exploding
yet my arms – as empty as my bed.
will the pain inside mi
subside within mi?
or will i die in this pain?
will my heart ache ‘til it breaks
my arms continue to reach out..
to nothing
to no one
calling,
crying..
empty.
dying
day by day
a little more.
oh, sweet sorrow
it seems i call on you
more often than i wish
perhaps to hurt is better than
to simply feel nothing at all.
yet in the midst of this lonely
emptiness
this misery,
i reach out
with oh, so much to give…
yet there is no one –
no one there.
© michelle bryant