I sit amongst many left empty-
Until a purpose is targeted
A point of destiny leaking on to Me…
The scribbles of TRIUMPH and Tragedy,
Story pouring out with laden emotions once buried;
It’s as if a flame has taken over gripping fingers with pen in hand scribing future!
DREAMS & VISION…
Penmanship of Hope.
Finally I am in use!
My empty spaces are filled neatly between the assigned space in time…
These words begin to rhyme filling the darkness with flashes of inspiration.
I was empty waiting to be plucked from the mondain.
Wripped from uselessness-
Rescued from this blank emptiness…
I am full!
I am no longer Empty…