When I’m quiet & alone, an undercurrent tugs at me. Always, at first, I scramble to stay afloat. Then wonder… What has taken hold?
A word long ago learned, little used comes to mind. As it passes over my tongue, the taste of sweetness and bitterness indicate I’m right.
Longing… One that encompasses me. Radiates out. So powerful it overwhelms. Threatening to knock me down.
How long has it been there?
More importantly… What can I do to alleviate it?
Until it passes, I struggle to breathe. Knowing some fundamental part of myself is lost to me.