I will write to you
Because you have been my only constant on this journey
My unknown friend
I come here when my life is empty
When there are no thoughts
And, yet, there are......thoughts
Unspoken
A need for connection
A sort of floating in the emptiness of my abuse
So often there is nothing there
So often I am all alone
A true vacuum of feeling
It is then in my quiet panic, I know I can come here and talk to you, my friend
Oh, I know I speak to emptiness
And fill the empty whiteness here with words
Necessary words
Words that glue my life together many times
And often someone writes me back
Replies to me
A bottle washed back on the tide
Someone is there
Someone is out there listening and I am not quite as alone as once believed
It is a daily thing this loneliness
This emptiness that's left in us from our abuse
More horrible I think, at times, than all the fear
Self doubt
Self loathing.....all of that they say that we should not believe
But hold so closely to our souls
At least, when I can feel the pain, I know that I exist
But, when the emptiness sets in, I'm never sure
Or even that I want to anymore
Exist
Yet after I write here
I find that I have said something I had to say
Needed to say
Even if it was only "Help! I'm trapped here in my emptiness."
For I know that someone will hear
Almost every time
And many times will give me what I've needed most
A touch that tells me that I'm not alone
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I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.