There is a Nothing...
"Hovers over my every moment..."
There is a nothing…
A nothing that hovers over my every moment, my every breath
Yet, this nothing will no longer haunt me, it will slowly drift away
There is a nothing...
A nothing that creeps into the edges of my existence
That lingers on the outside of my energy, to somehow feed itself
Yet, this nothing will not survive within the light of my awakening
There is a nothing…
A nothing that believes it can move in the shadows and I will not notice the deception
Yet, I can feel its energy draining depths as it hides in the cracks of the darkness
There was a nothing…
A nothing that will move on to the next bright light to be drawn in like a moth to a flame
Yet, I will be the one seen as the darkness in the end
There was a nothing…
A nothing that will become a martyr for the golden light as it was willing to get burned
Sometimes all there is… Is nothing
About the Creator
Shae Lynn Sanders
Shae Lynn Sanders is self taught photographer, artist and poet. Living out her life in the middle of the Bible Belt she continues to grow in her spiritual journey and expresses herself with words, images and always love.
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