Void Fruit

I see my gifts

They are plentiful, they are available

Juicy as low hanging fruit

yet here I am sitting in VOID

Unamused

The space between me and my Fruit

is less than the span of a hand

but VOID

sits between us

an expanse that cannot be traveled

because there is no way through

VOID is Void

the nothingness is so complete

it is what came before matter

and it sits between me and my Greatness

and I sit within it

pining

I could do so much

I could help so many people

I reach but I have no hands

I look and my eyes water

I open my mouth hoping by the grace of all that is alive in this universe that one of those juicy fruit gifts just happens to fall directly into my gaping maw

unseemly

needy

despondent

avoidant

VOID

what seems insurmountable

Is actually NOTHING

I have a sneaking suspicion that some sort of Leap of Faith must be made

I’m not quite up for flinging myself through the Void quite yet

So I melt back into VOID and dream of lost puppies and burning hillsides lined with thousands of chairs

and I feel useless.

yet still I yearn

Hopeful

that one day I will see my time has come

fling myself out of this damn VOID

and into Existence.