Stuck (Day 3)

How do you scratch

An itch you can’t locate

No matter how aggressively

It calls for your attention?

How do you translate

Internal agitation

To external motion

In the right direction?

How do you quench

The fire burning

Within

When it’s all consuming ?

I feel like I’m walking in

An incomplete sentence

Suffocated by the

Weight of suspense

So many questions

Which don’t lead to answers

But is a conclusion

Even what I’m after?

Juggling contentment and aspiration

Gratitude and desire

I know the tune

But where is our choir?

The music calls me

But I can’t find the key

To unlock the door

To the symphony

The pause….

The silence

Is noise

So I must embrace

The tension

As much as the resolve

It will all make sense

But for now

I feel stuck.