Emptiness

[^firefly^]

Emptiness slumbers,
a dark oily pool inside my soul,
and rises to speak in the cold, brittle voice
of a thousand whispers,
echoing through my mind, sometimes louder
—mostly softer—
sneaking up on my thoughts during the day,
but mostly at night,
when I am alone and missing you.
It reaches out,
icy hands wrapping around my heart;
the whispers rasping like a dark wind through my soul:
telling half truths
—or half lies--
bringing fear and doubt, and the memory
of wishes unfulfilled,
desires unexpressed,
promises made, waiting to be broken.
Nothing to do but wait;
try not to feel
—icy hands—
try not to hear
—whispers, whispers—
and pray
for the wind to stop and the pool to be
silent again.

[thrall]

i feel the same hands......
i hear the same whispers........

i know the roar of the arena........and wish for the same sielence

i feel you fierfly.........

your words touch me,

Thrall.........kiss and a hug

[^firefly^]

Thrall,

*hugs* This is one of the "louder" days. Thanks for understanding. If I figure out how to turn it off, I'll pass it along!

[thrall]

There is no turning it off, i've tried. I call it the arena. The arena of my mind, and it can be deafening.

you only feel.........

and i feel with you.....*hugs and Kisses*

thrall

[tessa]

"Nothing to do but wait..."

I am living that at the moment. Oh, I feel that.

~hugs for firefly and thrall~

[Rhabbi]

Damn, you girls know how to depress a guy. lol

I tend to ignore those voices, though they often are too loud to ignore.

[gagged_Louise]

I've known people who actually heard voices in a psychiatric sense, and if you have, it's kind of impossible to ignore, but I'd agree they don't always have to be that sinister in where they're coming from.

ff, good effort to picture a dark aspect, and I'm always there for you.

[Warbaby1943]

firefly loved your poem and hope all soon becomes well for you.

[thrall]

Hello love........

It seems, you and I, share the same darkness together, more that I ever realised.....we share a bond now, we share the source of sadness,

Now love.....we will share our stength

THRALL

[TG]

I'm sorry for your loss. I find the "memories wishes unfulfilled, desires unexpressed, promises made, waiting to be broken," is the worst part. And "waiting for the wind to stop and the pool to be silent again," a relief that never comes. It only becomes more and more distant, until it becomes so distant it is hard to even remember, unless called upon, or called forth.

Someone once told me, "The only way to get past pain is to go through it."

I think it is intrinsic in being human.

I think the island of hope is unintentionally, unobtrusively present, without drawing attention to itself. It is the heart. The real, physical heart. It just beats, and goes on, day after day, undaunted and undiscouraged.

I the real, physical heart. It is a symbol, an example of what to do. Continue. Beat on. Be there for the dawning of tomorrow.

There is new research on the mind-body connection, but it escapes me now. It does seem that the heart beating day after day within you has a wisdom of it's own which is wise to listen to.