I am empty.
I am a hollow shell of the person I used to be...The person I long to be.
I am just here.
A barren landscape.
A shallow wasteland.
I am these things and more disguised as fertile land.
I do not pretend to fool myself, and yet I strive to fool others.
They cannot know...and yet they do know. And now so do you.
So, what is to be done?
See the landscape of what you once were. If there were plants, plant them. If there were buildings, build them.
ReplyDeleteYou are who you make yourself. Find where the demolition came from. No one can build or plant for you, but i assure that if you point out the demolition, good friends would jump to your support.
To be, or not to be. That is the question that i pose to you.
To be a builder, to be a planter. You have been gifted with imagination and creativity. You weave poetry and stories, use them to sew the holes around you. The power of words is immense. Make the commitment to yourself and stand strong for who you want to become. I believe in you, don't ever give up.