there is emptiness
only echoing space
and the constant drip of silence
it is a rush of sighs
a flood of loss
that is kept denied
kept hidden
yet, it seeps and flows
finds a way to drown me
to soak into every cell
every waking moment
every somnolent image
there is no escaping
no means to ignore
when such memories and longing
are etched in my soul
into the core of my being
waiting to find release
I created this poem as part of an exercise exploring the element of water to seek greater understanding of the shadow self - a way to embody the elements in my word-craft. The exercise if one of many I’m undertaking to delve more into both my trauma and how to process it, and also to enhance my own writing skills. The exercise is taken from the book The Magical Writing Grimoire by Lisa Marie Basile.
I just commented on your earlier poem. You should definitely consider doing recordings when you can, it adds a whole other dimension to your craft!
Imagination about the soul and deep. I like it