Unleashing the monster who feeds on her soul,
She walks and she talks with no purpose or hope.
Despair ripens within her inner heart,
Overflowing, oozing juices contaminating it all.
Unforgiving and uncaring she still does what’s right,
The only one to suffer is herself, with such spite.
She undermines the good work that uplifts her energy,
It thumps to the ground, hard and full of nothingness.
Fear corrupts all of her good intentions,
It gnaws away at the truth of her soul.
Underpinning this is thoughts of her own worthlessness,
She feels tumultuous tossed on the sea of emptiness.
Rain beats down on her roof, echoing her loneliness,
The occasional reprieve of sunlight peeking in.
Dry tears do not fall, they too are so empty,
She silently calls for help… that appears non-existent.
Time has a magic if she can simply keep walking,
It heals the living, even when they are empty.
She trusts in this magic and holds true to her course,
Revisiting the old knowing that can steady her course.
Opening her heart to the wonders of this life,
She fakes it till she makes it, that’s the magic of time.
She welcomes into her life those of the light,
Allowing the energy to reignite her life.