Empty Vessels


hollowed out

gonging with the

dulled pang of belonging.

It catches the skin

like a pinch from

that distant Aunt

who grasps your cheek

pronounces how much

you’ve grown

and then leaves

stains of crimson

lips upon your forehead.

We’re too precious

to be distant…

too valuable to

remain empty

unused vessels

harnessed and strapped

with so much untapped


Faith is evidence

of things unseen

as is the future

for us all.

yet who is it

that commands our presence

who controls our futures

and our paths

yet unplotted and refined.

If vessels are empty

such a travesty for

them to forever

remain that way.


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