She usually wakes up each day,
Energized, with a purpose.
But there are days,
When she wakes up feeling empty.
The emptiness turns into anxiety,
Anxiety into anger,
Anger back into emptiness.
She sits motionless,
Staring into space,
Shouts into the void,
But all that echoes back is silence.
On days like these, her eyes shed no tears,
But her soul, it sobs bitterly.
Suffering, she wants it to end,
But life has other plans,
And sadly, she's never in control.
I wrote this poem last night, after feeling strangely empty. I'm sure many would resonate with it, especially during the pandemic, when life has become more unpredictable than ever before.
All that we can hope for is to come out of this stronger, wiser and healthier. Stay safe!
Thank you for reading! Stay blessed!
©TheKindTempest