Hollow Lives

I see thru barren limbs,
Into hollow lives…
I see what lingers there,
Languishing in lies.
I've been down that road before
And don't care to go again…
Where silence was so whispered
And pain was not a friend.
The enigma of grief
Is Hope within the soul,
This cathartic catalyst,
Channels like a mole.
It digs deeply in our heart
And carves a restful niche,
Turning bareness into beauty,
And empty into rich...

By Sharon Frye