FP - the Eighth

Empty

Emptiness.
Nothing.
A void in heart and mind.

Should I fill it with fear?
There’s plenty to fear – enough to worry over.
Fear – looking back to where I’ve been.
Looking ahead to the paths that others take from this point.
But the fear is not there. Its not real, yet.

Should I fill this emptiness with faith?
I could conjure up some…
But the conjuring belies authentic faith.
The faith is not real. Its not there yet.

Empty – I wait.
Wait for what’s next.
Wait for the morning when all is new.