Release

This poem is about coming to terms with myself.

Hollow, this is me...
Blind, numb, without capacity--
For love or hate,
and everything in between.

Drowning, this is my soul...
Empty, broken, completely unwhole--
Pieces of fate,
lonely, ripped from the seam.

Alone, this is my heart...
Hopeless, mournful, endlessly apart--
Not of me,
but from me.

Thoughtful, these are my tears...
Trembling, dreaming, truly sincere--
Are these hopes...
Of release.