The emptiness inside, deep inside
The pit in the stomach;
Where the bile lives; it'ss that deep.
It burns, it rises, it swells in the throat.
One minute it is there, like lead
The next minute it is molten lava;
Uprising, burning along the way and wanting
to spill over, spill out, but it is locked away.
Then I hear your voice, can almost see you.
can almost feel you.
I swallow the emptiness away. I forget it was there.
I actually laugh; I feel; I love.
Then just like that you are gone again.
I am in limbo. The space between laughter and emptiness.
It is a dark, huge, space that only I control.
I try to fill it with wine, with family, with busyness.
I tell it to stay light - no darkness. I must be me.
I cannot let others down. I don't let the burning become me.
I just turn to a memory and breathe. Really breathe.
Then smile. Then laugh. Then turn the lava into beautiful Black rock to put into the garden of love.
