Empty. Not full yet.A scream that curdles up the walls and into my head. I must fill this space. And now
Fill it I try.
With relationships friendships and personal experience.
With money,belongings ,things.
With adventure and travel.
With entertainment and distraction.
Fill Fill Fill, my presoius.
Then amongst the silence. The stillness. The art of just being. Comes a whisper.
Hold your breath honey. This is going to change you.
Your not supposed to fill the space. It’s there for you to breathe it’s there for you to breathe.
Poetry by Natalie
About the Creator
Natalie Spring
I am all the things
A writer with spelling and grammar issues.
Who has improved.
Mental health issues are a part of me, but do not define the whole that I am
Above all I am a passionate and driven,
I let my voice do the talking
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