Wholesome

"Days pass by as I begin to heal, 

I want to feel whole again."

It's an odd expression, I wonder. 

As I keep my book down, 

My eyes caught a couple 

Sitting hand in hand 

In a corner of the coffee shop.

Why do we feel incomplete 

Without a person or an achievement?

I ponder upon it, staring at my reflection

On the screen of the phone.

I have my whole world. 

Around me, even when I am alone. 

Yet I, too, feel an emptiness engulf me.

Remember when we read about black holes?

How do they consume everything?

Sadness perhaps consumes life. 

Into a dark nothingness.

We begin to put more importance. 

In less important things. 

And before we know it,

The feeling of a void creeps in.

Yet, once you heal

Once you know better,

You will see, all along

You were whole.

Complete.

Filled with everything

The universe is made of.

Particles of hope, faith and love.

~ Suranya