Whispered Wanderings

O fateful yearning, this
wanting what I can never have!
Profound, mind-numbing
emptiness defies description
at every turn – fiercely raging
turmoil born of inner longing
I’ve left too much alone.

I must embrace instead, perhaps
invite it in for tea, make friends.

But will that be enough
to once again light the fires of
emotional connection?
Pretending to be an island
who needs nothing and no one
keeps me safe but —
at what cost?

Higher every year of life that goes by,
this cost. And only I can choose not to pay.

klm
3/29/25