The Emptiness Within

When you feel the emptiness inside you, is it yours, do you own it? Or is the absence of someone? How and when do you know the difference? The gaping maw that drags through your belly working to devour you - is that you nibbling at yourself? Or is that loss eating at the boundaries of your soul stemming from absence?

What if there was never anything really there to lose? How do you begin to face the answer to that question? Can you accept that you will never be gifted with an answer? Does that doubt then compound the confusion? Or does it simply cycle back and make the answer easier? Yes, in fact, it is your emptiness and you must own it. Can you own it without knowing?

Even if there was something to lose, once lost, can you ever trust in finding it again? Isn't it then again a circle back to you? How long can you live with this daily hunger clawing away inside of you? How long will you allow it to continue to feed on you? If it flows from you, can you not find a way to feed it that embues more health to your system? Some way of filling the emptiness that provides succor and brings vigor back.

Isn't it time to ask yourself all of these questions? And time to start finding answers within? Aren't you past coddling that emptiness, protecting it even?

I can hear you in the silence. Panting for breath. I can just barely make out your form, curled protectively, shoulders wrapped tightly to your knees with arms holding them to your chest - as if somehow this will keep anymore from leaking out and quell the hunger that grows the emptiness within.

It is time to start facing down that emptiness? Time to own it? Have you begun to suspect that the longer you question its origination the more control it takes from you? I think you already know the answer.

The question truly is... what are you going to do about it?