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EMPTY SPACES
You said, “Fill empty spaces,” And I knew what you meant, But I thought of inner places – Voids in the life I’ve spent. I think of babes unborn, And mourn my empty womb, Of being left forlorn By a lost love’s doom. Empty spaces on the page, And those within my heart, Both tonight my mind engage, Tearing me apart. If words could all the spaces fill, I’d speak both night and day. If I could fill them by my will, The space would fade away. Yet, as the page fills with my words, The spaces in my soul Seem to shrink. It seems absurd. Could writing make me whole? No, ‘tis not the words, I know, That heal my aching heart. The healing comes when others show They care. At least, it starts. And when I send this poem to you, I know that you will care, Because your friendship’s fine and true. Thank you for being there. ~ Marilyn J. Gordon ~
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