Undone.
Incomplete.
Something missing.
We think we are pieces of a puzzle,
You and I.
Faith.
Hope.
The last of our expectations.
immersed in the notion of something
that will fulfill us.
We are so intrigued with this idea
of someone
Completing us.
Healing us.
Filling us.
Sometimes I wonder…
Maybe we were born whole,
not nuts and bolts.
not a jigsaw puzzle.
nothing missing.
Ever so often we find ourselves looking for people, places, memories and opportunities that make our hearts ache. But in a good way.
Some find happiness in running after that feeling, chasing it in bars and discos. Jumping off cliffs only to have a trace of its grandeur. Intoxicated by its scent in foreign skies and seas.
Some find solace in the hope that it will come to them. That all they must do, is believe in its power, its possibility, and trust it with all their heart, and the wait will be worth it.
That feeling is what makes the World go round.
Earth, our home, found it in its path around the Sun.
Sun, our star, found it in its luminosity and illumination.
Water, our sustenance, found it wrapped in the bonds between hydrogen and oxygen.
Wind, our cosmos, found it in the chirp of every bird that beautifies it.
Fire, our energy, found it in the oxygen that strengthens it.
Sometimes, it comes in our early years. Others spend ages feeling incomplete.
Sometimes, it comes right when you need it. Others learn that it has the worst timing ever.
Sometimes, it comes when you’re ready to hold on. Others are caught completely off guard.
I made a wish for that feeling, then placed it in my soul.
I promise to welcome its immensity and its enormity the next time we bump paths.
Images from Google Images
The “what ifs,” the “could have beens”
cloud my thoughts and actions.
Forevermore.
They’d come back, I was told
to haunt me.
Regrets.
I go back in time
I choose differently this time.
Another chance.
I live in the past
The present drifts away.
Another mistake.
Now I am thinking
about “what was but will never again be”
Torment.
To have something
only to lose it.
Tragic.
My heart’s greatest desire
Became ghosts in the shadows.
Irony.
what hurts more
“what ifs” or “what weres”
Another question.
The past is a deadly place to live in
I wish I could tell my younger self.
A warning.
Lessons I learn, consequences I face
Forward, I hope I move.
Forevermore.
1. Life existed, but was I living it? My world came to a standstill, but time kept ticking. Such was quarantine.
2. Neigbours waved from the abode of their patios. Quarantine had coerced the otherwise estranged humanity to connect and join forces.
3. Calloused fingers ached from typing night and day, night and day. Life Goal: Write a book. Quarantine made it possible.
4. “I love you,” she whispered to the camera, he smiled at the screen. Quarantined miles apart, their hearts beat together.
This is in response to the Twenty Word Tuesday organised by Bulbul’s Bubble (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-wd). I somehow ended up writing 4 different pieces.
This week the prompt was – Quarantine
I wanted to try and highlight some positivity that arose from the confinement and isolation, as well as the adversity and heartbreak. I hope I was able to do justice!
I hope you are all keeping safe and healthy!
Whimsical Wordsmith 