As light beckons the day onward, the sounds of birds chirping brings with it hope.
A tear of loneliness streams downward upon my cheek.
All around me bellows the joy of “what if” and “if only.”
Yet in the echoes of empty beats the chambers of my soul.
The warmth of the spring day calls out for action to all who hear.
Still in the hollow existence wonders if another day is warranted.
The sounds of children playing in the courtyard with cheerful joy.
The tears now a stream remind that there is no place to go.
Pulsing waves of the morning breeze encourage all to participate.
But in the echoes of empty there is only solitude and no destination requiring attendance.
Laughter, waves splashing in the pool below, joy, bliss.
But isolation is all I hear in the echo of my empty soul.
Sunlight tanning upon the bodies worshiping its warmth.
Still in the echoes of empty there is only sweat mingled with tears.
Laughter fills the chambers of the village with connections to those held dear.
The blinding light sheers through the eyes cutting supply to the streams of despair with fetal position moaning replacing.
Connection for the masses brings life.
Isolation only pangs the walls in the echoes of empty.
Others waiting for just a glimpse of “what if” and “if only.”
When will I choose to leave the overwhelming crushing place in the echoes of empty.
Now, this moment choose I to leave the terminal coils of this chamber of my own creation.
Cocoon replaces the chamber of echoes to possibility and create in me what I desire.
For it is I who create my own reality darkness gone, numbness fleeting to replace with tingles of possibility.
Creator from victim, needing not a rescue but self created roadmap of desire.