Empty space,
cannot be erased.
Always there.

It feels hollow,
it aches.
I don’t always know…
but it’s there.

Sometimes I’m reaching,
trying to grab…
something…
anything…
to fill it.

Hole makes me whole.
Hole always there.
Hole is a piece of me.
I am a peace.

Looking through,
I see things.
Closer I stand,
I see more.
Vision is wider…
clearer.

If I turn,
I am blind.

Hole is beautiful.

I’m reaching through,
to embrace you.
Magnified,
I see you…
almost touch you.

You look back through,
only distortion.
You don’t see me.
Closer,
you won’t stand.
You are blind.

I am a…
Beautiful,
Whole,
Peace.