Reflexions

Emptiness

In the realm of life's winding path, I've roamed. As a humble stone upon which others tread as a silent witness to dreams that have flown, I've always felt like a stepping stone. Through the trials and tribulations I have borne, the weight of footsteps is heavy and unknown, yet in my heart, a flicker of hope has shone.

In this realm, I am the fixer, the healer, the pit stop, and the layover. A guiding light, a soothing balm, a respite for weary souls to savor With a gentle touch, I mend the broken. With tender care, I ease the pain. A sanctuary amidst life's chaos, a refuge where solace shall reign.
In moments of turmoil and despair, I offer solace and a tranquil embrace. A haven where troubles find respite, a sanctuary where, in my humble abode, seekers find solace. As they pour their hearts out, their stories unfold. With tender care, I mend their broken souls, stitching together fragments and making them whole.

They come to me with wounds unseen, seeking refuge from life's relentless stream. With open arms, I embrace their pain as a soothing balm to heal their inner strain. In the depths of darkness, I am their guide, a beacon of hope standing by their side. Through tear-stained nights and troubled days, I offer solace in myriad ways. Like a skilled weaver, I mend their holes. With threads of compassion, my purpose unfolds. Each stitch onward, they venture in pursuit of love's embrace. Through the winding paths, their hearts set to race.

A journey unfolds with each step they take, seeking to live and making countless memories. Love's sweet allure is a beacon in their sight, guiding their souls through day and night. With open hearts, they embrace the unknown. Ready to cherish the seeds they have sown. Through valleys of laughter and mountains of tears, they navigate life's tapestry, conquering fears. Hand in hand, they dance to life's grand In the realm of unawareness, they dwell.

Those souls who fail to truly tell, the patches they carry, oh so light, are fragments of my being, shining bright. Unseen and unnoticed, they journey on. These pieces of me are forever drawn. In every step and every stride, they carry my essence far and wide. Yet, oblivious as they remain, blind to the truth, to the hidden chain that binds us together, you and I, through these patches floating in the sky, Oh, if only they could comprehend the connection that weaves without an end, these fragments, like whispers in the breeze, are fragments of my soul, if only they'd seize them. But alas, they wander, unaware, not In the depths of my soul, a void resides.

A sense of emptiness, where darkness hides. I ponder the cause, seeking to understand why this feeling lingers like shifting sand. I believe, dear friend, I have found the key-the reason behind this sense of vacancy. It lies within, a truth I must confess. A haunting presence caused my distress. Oh, how it weighs on my weary heart. This emptiness is tearing my world apart. But fear not.