On those darkest of days,

When I feel no one cares

In that funnel of doom

The loneliness

Overwhelms me

Consumes me

Makes me feel

Empty

Blank

Useless

Energy-less

Fruitless

Forgettable

Unaware

Of my place

In the Universe

Reserved for me only

Kept by a thin veil of prayer

Of those who went before me

The supplications of ancestors

Feeds and Fashions my spirit and

Makes me whole again

© 2010, Vicie A. Rolling