Hollowed-out Heart

More than empty,

I wait for some kind of feeling

to resurrect me.

My hollowed-out heart

is left aching

to be filled

by some kind of hope.

If I bury my heart in the shallows,

keep it down with a millstone of triviality,

it leaves us wanting, leaves us numb.

Instead I bear the crushing

that hollows my heart .

Image by solart from Pixabay

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