i know we all
fall into it,
believing our things
will somehow change
how we feel about
ourselves.
that we’ll magically
be happier,
better put together,
complete.
but it’s never
the answer.
that vast expanse
inside,
that dark void
will linger.
the emptiness
shall never be filled.
not until you look
at it, i mean
really look at it.
stare into it.
face it like a foe
or a friend.
a demon that
can only be
vanquished
or conquered
by being fully
accepted and
acknowledged
and risen
above.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 