With bright eyes and fears unlearned, I called out to the void,
And the void said nothing in return.
With all my hopes and dreams, I did not know where to start.
So I began with the things I loved and held close to my heart,
Expressing the greatest moments I have ever known.
There was the first time I rode my bike without crashing,
And when I first fell in love, my life with her in my mind flashing.
Though I spoke bravely about my joys, the void was silent as stone.
I then turned to the things I feared the most.
The darkest recesses of my mind I did not withhold.
I spoke of the shameful secrets I never told,
And the rejection I so actively tried to evade.
So many days and years of my life I’ve wasted
Because of the letdown I was afraid.
Yet through it all, the void was empty and cold.
Now knowing eyes look into the dark,
And reality of my aloneness becomes stark.
I wondered why I spoke to the void at all,
For certainly the silence meant it did not care.
Try as I might in my growing despair,
The void could not spare a moment to heed my call.
So should I give up telling my stories to the void?
There are still so many things I have yet to speak about,
But the deafening apathy has my confidence destroyed.
Should I keep it in as I’ve done before?
For there is no one but the void within earshot.
There is no one else with whom I can share.
The void will never beat me though it may try.
I will continue shouting into the empty spaces.
Every baby step I take, and every tear I dry,
Will give me strength to fight and embrace.
For I have come too far to let the void win.
With all of my might, I will fight and fight and fight
Until the void has a reply.