Space

The space between my fingertips has never felt so apparent

Three months full and now the emptiness is blinding

Not necessarily in a bad way

Just different

There’s a space on my pillow and a space in my heart

I’m learning to fill it just like the expanses of time

Sleep is easier now

It consumes me like the spaces between my ribs

I count them, one, two, three

And the spaces between meals are ever longer but

I’m trying to change that, like the cloak of knots

That fills the space in my lungs

The silence is deafening, but peaceful in its own way

Time to heal

Space to heal

The space between sentences, words dripping from my lips

Into constellations of confessions

But never actually making it outside

I thought I was alone but the space is what I needed

To feel comforted by my own existence

Again

How do you clear up everything in your head? For me its writing but I know its different for everyone! This poem is a mish mash of subjects all rolled into one, with the theme of 'Space'. The last week has been such a weird one for me, but I think it was what I needed to look at things in perspective and see that sometimes, things happen that are hard, but they're for the best and they allow you to then fix other areas of your life as well.
Stay beautiful!
Emily xoxo