Semi-Random Reflections

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As a child I feared Nothing.
Nothing hid under my bed;
Nothing watched me from the tree limbs.
When our neighbor’s house drowned
in crackling flames,
Nothing gloated over its former foundation.

As I grew they asked what I wanted.
I used to say anything
because I couldn’t say Nothing.
Creating something should have worked,
but Nothing caught the audience.

One night Nothing surrounded me.
I picked up, as shields,
my journal and planner,
finding Nothing filled their pages.
I felt Nothing
sink icicle fangs
into my arteries.

I love Nothing now;
I find joy in Nothing.
Nothing defines me;
I am indebted to Nothing;
I strive for Nothing
because Nothing is everything.