“But for now, I must embrace
what I have, when I have it.”
Sometimes it seems like some proverbial finish line has passed me by. Sometimes, it’s more than the stillness of thought, but a feeling of absence. An emptiness that envelops everything into a cold embrace, unwilling to loosen its grip. Every now and again, there’s some kind of fracture, and the words begin to spill from all directions. As if a tornado is whipping streams off thought instead of swirling gusts of wind coming from every direction.
Perhaps these little reprieves are temporary and that emptiness will fade further into the recesses. But for now, I must embrace what I have, when I have it.
© Sarah Doughty
And hope that is enough.