I am the nothing
Today I hover over the abyss.
I’m not going to fall in
But feel safe and comfortable.
When you are nothing
You can say and do anything
Its doesn’t matter
No one is listening
No one is watching.
No one notices you
Lingering in dangerous places.
You have things to say,
Things to do, but nothing comes out
Nothing gets done.
You find yourself
Sitting, thinking, your mind in circles
And it doesn’t matter
For there’s no one to care.
You wallow in your own mire
Knowing you’re where you deserve.
The flailing goes unabated
Until
A voice asks if you are ok.
With scepticism you hear platitudes.
The voice sits with you
Talks of things
Tells you their story.
Engaged, you open slightly
You step back
The voice is a person.
You look down and discover
Empathy and understanding
Holding your hand.
Your nothing is shunted
Your somebody squeezes in.
With trepidation
You take a baby step…
Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/hump-day-poetry-week-4/
Morpethroad 
Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
Powerful poem of hope in the midst of despair
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Thank you Lori, much appreciated, glad I remembered this week.
You are most welcome, Michael.. I am glad you did too.. amazing poem!
Thank you so much, I am amazed as to where my mind goes some days…
Oh mine too, Michael *laughs* the strange places it will travel 😀
I could not help but comment…”Great poem, Michael. It resonates with me.” 🙂
Hello Lyn, lovely to see you. Thanks so much for stopping by. Hope your doing well tonight.
Fair to muddling, Michael, fair to muddling 🙂
Well Lyn good to know that among the muddling there is some fairness….take care of you Lyn..
This is beautiful, Michael.
Thank you Joy, so glad you think so..
Love this!
Thank you Miss Book Thief, glad you could stop by. What an intriguing blog title…
Ah, thanks. 🙂
So glad there was a voice and a hand to hold. It’s a very scary place when there isn’t. I know.
Yes indeed it is. Hope you are doing ok today…
Still in the scary places, but that’s me.
Your words, as usual, carry hope. That is so good and important that you hold on to it — parkas, planes, and all else aside!
Wonderful poetry, Michael, thank you for sharing 😃
Thanks Dave glad you could stop by…
😄
Absolutely sensitive piece Michael – a lovely flow to this …. and you’ve managed to capture in words that restless finite yet infinite sense of “nothingness” – the ache – and these lines:
You look down and discover
Empathy and understanding
Holding your hand.
Absolutely wonderful … great shift / pin point of understanding …. 🙂
Thank you Pat, you write the loveliest of comments, glad my words resonated with you..
thanks Michael – just trying … well…. actually, it’s just “who I am” … and well, YOU wrote this gem 🙂
Just doin’ what we do Pat….
XD
I like this very much. Dispair . . . then hope. Nice. 😀
Thank you Cathy, I appreciate you stopping by….
I do as often as time allows. As you probably know, trying to read all the blogs one follows is time consuming, not to mention commenting on every single one–which, unfortunately, I don’t have time to do. But if I like something, even if I don’t comment, it means I read and enjoyed it.
Thanks that’s a good way to approach it was I find I get overwhelmed by the number I want to read. Have a good evening.
You also, Michael. 🙂