Reflections

Hollowness in the heart

She put her hand in her heart and dragged out the hollow feeling.. holding it between her hands, she felt its emptiness. She wished she could remove and throw it off like a tumor, but there were still many hollow parts in her heart. She still didn’t know what a mother’s unconditional love felt like.… Continue reading Hollowness in the heart

Poems I Love

The question recurring – Poem

"O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; Of the poor results… Continue reading The question recurring – Poem