Life feels empty, lonely and cold
for many and me afraid of what’s coming
my half full cup looks like a bottomless pit.
Hopes are few and far between
Longing for an erasable past
striving for the inevitable future.
A deep fear of risk.
Not wanting a challenge.
Fill up my cup and begin to embrace life
to jump off the bridge and sail through the sky
in a world full of anger
charge by like a stallion.
The choices we make are no longer our enemy
lift yourself higher beyond your self-hate
my fulfilment needs re-charging
my batteries are running low.
My cup remains half empty.
Fill it with life.