Night (Actual happenings, not so much poem, though still blog worthy, and still poetic)

Because it's minuscule, empty, frozen. There is nothing in my heart that can redeem my own or anyone else's sadness. Everything feels empty, but I feel so weighed down. 

Well then during that time let my heart fill a bit of the emptiness that you feel

So I let myself cry.

And in that moment, I felt full.