Persevering Paige

There are empty spaces where your carefully drawn out decorations used to be

Your belongings disappearing slowly but right before my eyes

like the sun in a December sky

Tonight I sat in the empty spaces that were once full

There is a calm in what is empty, a stillness

To be empty is to have nothing

But to have nothing is to once have had something

It is a deceiving predicament, a deceiving quality

The unfilled spaces are not less because they have lost

They renew us through what they have taken away

While reminding us of what stood

And are full of possibilities

There is power in empty spaces.

They are not what they seem.

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