beautifully hollow

 
I find myself sleeping more of late
nodding off while reading a book
thumb still holding my place
could be the changing season
more likely it's the next stage
of an evolutionary me
recharging my internal battery
as I prepare for the work ahead
I let myself fall so far
let pain distract from forward motion
and I've focused enough on that
I lost sight of my path
time to put energy where it's best invested
internally
like the fire which burns down to cinders
my inner flame can be rekindled
I used to think being hollow
was synonymous with sorrow & despair
it looks a little different to me now
so much beautiful potential there
all the little nooks & crannies
every empty shelf
just waiting to be adorned & filled
by nobody...
...just myself