Whole Hole

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There's a hole in me. I have the stupid idea that locating this breach might help getting it filled. I drink a whole glass of water and still fill the same. I thought it might be the stomach, so I stuffed it with food. It failed. The hole is there. One, two, three drags of a cigarette satisfy the crave in my lungs, but not me. Maybe I'm thinking too much. Sometimes the most obvious things are the ones we overlook. After all this time I still sleep on my side of the bed, leaving an obvious gap where you once shared your dreams with mine. But my body is too small to occupy the whole bed and moving from one side to the other doesn't make this feeling go. I keep myself busy, finding ways to spend every second of my day. Fighting with my mind, who always wanders off in your direction. And still I wish you were here to make these days our days. There's a hole in me. I am a whole hole.

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Hi Mireya

 

Missing someone so much does indeed leave one feeling very empty

Their once upon a time  warmth has gone nothing but cold and lonliness

is felt now.

 

Like this very much indeed Mireya it is fulfilled with emoion. That awful feeling of sadness,

 

A well written piece thumbs up

Cold and lonliness, yes, you describe it well... Thanks for your comment!

Oh the emptiness of loss, nothing can ease it. A piece of sadness written so well, Mireya, as always.

"these days our days" that is so beautiful and so sad in the same few words.

Well done, Mireya. Tis a lovely write.

Bobby

I like to think that time (a lot of it) might begin to ease it...Thanks Bobby for your words and for coming back to my writings.

Mireya

Hi Mireya,

I was browsing and came across the above piece and was very taken by it, so much that I ended up reading all of your works of art. And works of art they are.You write so beautifully of such sadness,loss and seemingly endless pain. I know quite a bit about this pain; I immersed myself in its stagnant murky waters for many years. In some twisted way I felt that because I felt invisible I was not vulnerable or open to pain. As you so rightly say in one of your pieces you survived or existed as opposed to lived. This is exactly how I felt during those times.In those darkened waters I swam in ever decreasing circles until finally when faced with the prospect of facing that which I  feared most I was forced to surface.What a horrendous place to be; alone with my own thoughts, the flotsam and jetsam from the ship of my past. Alive in the physical sense but filled with a broken spirit and empty soul. This time there would be no ducking and diving ,all channels were closed and the lifeboat had gone down with the ship. I  had to shed the scales one by one and look with total honesty at myself in order to assess my position on lifes ocean. My greatest shock came when I realised how great  my coping mechanisms and my escapisms contributed to my life so lost. And yet in my fear of being exposed for what I was Idid not want to be rescued. I can remember thinking , If I'm ever discovered I'm lost. But strangely enough this was the true beginning of life for me. Armed with my new found knowledge of myself and an insatible desire for a deeper  discovery of self  I set my sails to the wind and am thrilled to feel the wind in my face as I take what I now consider to be my rightful place on lifes ocean. Its not all plain sailing, the seas can be rough and the winds unhelpful but as long as I aam honest with the one at the helm all will be well. Having said this I am acutley aware that all that floatsam and jetsam is still out there waiting to take a ride from me if I am foolish enough to allow it into my little ark. 

Tony

Thanks Tony for your comment. My writings are far away from "works of art" as you name them. I'm more than flattered. Even more, by knowing that you can identify in some of the pieces. The waters are not always calm, but we become stronger after each battle. Or this is what I want to believe.

I really appreciate your words.

Mireya

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