There is a hollow place that finds me. It knows me by name. Its reach can cover any distance I travel. Its strength can multiply, creeping and surrounding me as it wishes.
There is a hollow place that hunts me. It lurks and stalks and waits for the prime moment to pounce. Its jagged grip pierces and swallows upon contact, making it hard to distinguish where my body ends and its darkness begins.
There is a hollow place that seeks my surrender. Its isolating presence, although ominous and layered with pain, is familiar to me. Its constant company tries to convince me that my efforts to evade its grip are insufficient.
There is a hollow place that believes it has already won. It feels rooted inside of me. Can I possibly convince it that there is still fight left in me? Can I convince myself?
Wow. This hits me hard.
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Wow! This was amazing! Absolutely loved this piece, Sara.
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Thank you! 💕
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My pleasure.❤️
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This is very powerful!
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💗thank you
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This really resonates.. its like a weight at times that can entrap me.. I know this place so well. beautifully expressed, Sara ❤
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Thank you! 💕💕
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