The Nothing

When i read his words they burn inside me…
Yet when I reach within for something to say
there is Nothing.

The nothing that is masking the pain.
The numbness that is feigning acceptance.
The blanket of cold that others mistake as a cloak of strength.
The confusion, the mayhem, the madness —
My empty soul.

Yet his words remind me of life,
they inspire me to feel.
They show me hope
and in me, confide.
I pray the sparks they light
will grow to flames
and melt the ice within.

author: rashael crystal