Empty

Hollow chasm in my soul--

I fill it with joy, 

      I fill it with pain,

I wait for it to heal itself

For the wounds to shrivel and fade...

In my soul,

I feel a connection growing,

An anchor, sprouting out

To meet my friends

     To meet my enemies

And I wonder how to break

From this unusual empathy...

Hollow, empty

Creeping in my shadow

Tempting me to trickery

To drown what is already full

     Overfull with my pain,  with joy.

Heal now, sprout out from this anchor...