by Giovanna MacKenna

Perhaps the gaps in me are not
empty but dance with dust created
when the shimmering pools of all
my existences were torn away

Perhaps, where now I see those
dim dark spots of chilling grey
I once was tailored whole into an
ocean of light and endless possibilities

Perhaps, when I glance away from
the voids I fail to fill (but which will
always follow) I’ll find an echo, an
afterglow, a faint but shining gleam
a shadow of my once roaring brilliance

Perhaps one dull and ordinary moment
I’ll find my hands filled with the threads
of a blazing scorching life – and I will rise
hold tight, and follow them to their ends

Giovanna MacKenna | @giovmac
After lengthy careers as an actor and a journalist, Giovanna was tasked to write a poem – and found she was full of them. She is now a published and commissioned poet and hopes her words will ease conversations about the difficult things which fill all our lives, but are rarely spoken aloud. Read more here: Post Mortem, Here, In the slim boat of each new day