A Hole in Your Heart

Everyone has a hole in their heart, a void, I would like to think so.

Some voids are the size of small patches,
A combination of different things maybe
Like envy, low self esteem, or maybe even a yearning for things lost/ yet to happen.

Some voids are large, maybe even all encompassing,
Like grief over the loss of a loved one, a loved place, a loved time.

We look to fill these voids up in different ways
Busy minds, busy bodies, complicated schedules.
We look to fill our lives with friendships, relationships, fulfilling work, creative pursuits.
Trying anything and everything to not feel the void that exsists within.

Hoping that when we get up to the 'next' level, the size of the voids may reduce.

But these activities are just temporary,
A patchwork, in this gilded tapestry of life.
Do these voids ever fill up completely?

Sitting in the coffee shop and looking around,
Some happy faces, some sad, some putting on a facade.
An older man sitting on his own doing his crossword.
A younger man running on the pavement outside.
An older lady walking her dog.
A teenager drowning in the music in his ears.

Everyone has a trigger, a reason,
For the way they are, the way they speak, the things they do.
A lesson to us, a reminder,
To be kind and non- judgemental in our interactions with others
For everyone is looking to fill up the holes in their hearts.