When everything inside you feels empty

–a cenotaph of broken dreams,

a dried-up well of hopes and love and longings–

and things don’t anymore make sense,



When things that worked no longer work

and everything falls out of place

and all your feelings, thoughts and deeds

is a return of sharp weapons,



When in your heart lives only bitterness,

denial, confusion and despair

and everything seems lost, untrue,

damaged beyond repair,



Rejoice! Fly upon this emptiness

for it is not an emptiness at all;

no more than glass waiting to be filled,

an empty hall where spirits whisper:

rejoice, for now it’s time to start anew,

it’s time to fly upon this pregnant emptiness.


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