The Place The Knife Opens

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be,

An emptiness screaming like oceans in me.

No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find—

Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind.

I begged for relief, for a reason, a light,

For someone to tell me I’m doing this right.

But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away,

And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray.

This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake—

It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake.

For the cup that is empty is ready to fill,

And the heart that is broken can learn to be still.

So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land,

And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand.

Fill me, my Father, with love from above—

For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.