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.