There’s a hollow I cannot name,
A quiet ache without a face;
As if something slipped from my hands,
Or time stole more than I could trace.
A quiet ache without a face;
As if something slipped from my hands,
Or time stole more than I could trace.
It feels like loss without goodbye,
Like someone pulled my world away;
An unseen force, a sudden shift,
That left my heart unsure to stay.
Insecurity knocks loud at night,
Whispers fears I try to hide;
It says I’m small, I’ll lose it all
That nothing good is on my side.
But maybe what is torn apart
Is only making room inside;
Maybe every shaken ground
Prepares a stronger place to stride.
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