Empty words -
That’s what it is.
An answer
To something more concrete than a dream,
More true than a hope.
Not empty, -
Void of meaning.
Full instead -
Overbrimming with potential
A hook to reality.
Those are the words
Of my mind -
Rigid and tense,
Controlling, compelling,
Raw and imperfect.
But they are empty
And they are me.
Acceptance is love,
As it is pride.
To love me
Is not to pick and choose
But to be and
Believe.
Embrace.
Accept.
I feel my pain, I live it,
I am it.
Here I am.
I am also more.
Empty words,
Full with life.
An answer.
