Emptiness frees up space,
to push away the remorse I’ve been clinging to,
to break away,
the cycles of mind-numbing thoughts
I have been going through,
to pause the pattern I have immersed myself in
to escape the reflection that has been due.
Emptiness takes up place,
where old wounds festered,
where the pressure to keep up pressed further.
It takes its presence within,
when you finally have the courage
or the lack of iron-fisted will,
to no longer keep pushing on,
to let go of the forces dragging you on.
Emptiness follows letting myself go.
But with the void comes distant hope,
for the bondages that may eventually fill it,
who knows?
Emptiness makes space for wind to blow
and sunlight to show.
It may take away the heavy-hearted guilt,
and even the bubbling excitement,
but the lack of stimuli,
gives peace to the tired old soul,
and shelter to rest.
Until, the war is back on.