Emptiness
I feel the constricting convulsions of change; time warping speed to the discordant tune of endless evenings. Emptiness is an empty nest. Soon the last of our children will leave me cold.
I understand that this is how it must be. The home and life we built together is fast receding into the background of remembrance. She is spreading her wings, soaring into the life ahead of her and I couldn’t be more happy.
And sadness takes hold of my breath choking me from this wailing change in life. I find myself alone and afraid of what still lies ahead. Is there still a future that waits to unfold or am I consigned to the call of the cold earth?
I understand that this is how it must be. The home and life we built together is fast receding into the background of remembrance. She is spreading her wings, soaring into the life ahead of her and I couldn’t be more happy.
And sadness takes hold of my breath choking me from this wailing change in life. I find myself alone and afraid of what still lies ahead. Is there still a future that waits to unfold or am I consigned to the call of the cold earth?