Everything was Nothing

It starts with a heaviness,

dragging the lungs into breathlessness,

filling the weighted chest into restlessness,

rising that tightness into the throat,

building a mote of emotions,

between feeling them

and communication,

a forced articulation

springing from

unwilling eyes,

and reinforced

by the sinuses,

infecting

the mind

and body

like viruses,

with

specific purposes-

of reducing will,

producing chills,

with a hard lack

of enthusiasm,

for anything,

because it's all

nothing;

like in the beginning,

when everything was nothing,

and there was no huffing,

no sobs of aching,

of the devastating

impact life has on us,

thrust from nothing

into the something

we become,

one

moment

at a time,

especially,

when we cry.

- M.E.