Sitting here, closing my eyes,
I can remember the void once in me.
Despair not from ever not having,
But a sadness over something missing.

Tears would sometimes fill my eyes,
But for strength the river never ran.
Bottled up inside
A misery, a gloom... melancholy just loomed.

It is so strange how a cup is filled, 
That shape, an empty vessel being devoured.
A gift of life,
Replacing the emptiness of nothing

Misery no more!! 
As water overflows this vessel. 
Happiness is drenched
For the missing has been found.