Sometimes I fear I am empty and everything I feel is just the reverberation of the emotions of everyone around me. Crashing into me like marbles and I am a metal pin that is rattled to the core but unable to move or escape from the inevitability of it.
These times I feel so much that I wander how people don’t just suffocate on their own hearts and the emotions they wear for the world. How do they not drown on those kept hidden just behind their eyes and out of sight?
Then I realise, when it is silent, when the drain has worn off and I lie in my bed alone, that without their moods emoting and pulsating through me I have nothing at all. Then I do manage to feel something of my own, but it is not loss, sadness or despair but just simply loneliness.
‘A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.’
She was my inspriation to start writing poetry and is an inspriational woman.
The world feels ever smaller
With the twisting of the screw
This life feels ever shorter
With every day I’m not with you
My heart it beats much slower
When I think what we’ve been through
And now there is just longing
For our time to now be due