Emptiness

by Anthony Hom

That empty feeling you have inside.

That feeling that a part of you is missing.

The feeling of being incomplete, that your heart is grey and quiet.

A silence that echoes throughout your being.

The lonely road you travel.

The moment you meet someone at the fork of this road and you both choose to take the path together.

Through the brambles and the swamps, the cold and the darkness, in the hopes that you will both see the lush meadows of daffodils and tulips, the pristine streams of crystal clear waters and shade of the wise pine trees.

You realize that the part of you that you thought was empty, wasn't really empty at all.

It was a part of you that stayed dormant and patient.

A part of you that was waiting for the right companion to take the journey with.

The part of you that was once empty starts to churn and spin with momentous motion.

It awakens with such life and vigor that you can do nothing else but fly into the clouds of your soul.

There will undoubtedly be many forks in the road that you will either decide to take together or be on your separate ways.

As much as you want to stay on the same path or are willing to follow your companion to the ends of the world.

If they wish to go alone, they will.

For better of for worse, and all you can do is watch them fade away and pray your paths do cross again.

You find yourself once again on the lonely road and the life and light inside dies down to a wisp.

The fork in the road came early for me and I am traversing the brambles, the swamps, the cold and darkness alone.

It is a familiar path that I have taken before, but I have faith that I will reach those lush meadows of daffodils and tulips, those pristine streams of crystal clear waters and the shade of the wise pine trees that I have longed for.