Negative spaces, the in-between places,

where all of us truly grow.

Not built up, but worn down,

born from the hammers blow.



Negative spaces, the lines on our faces,

tell more than the words we dare not say.

What has hurt us, what has joyed us,

and what we have had to pay.



Negative spaces, a cool dark oasis,

rest from the harsh pounding sun.

Tired and weary, we all seek the haven

until our lives are (d)one.

