The Field
The field. A golf course. Miles of green grass, with little hills spread around the land, with small patches of sand. As I walk this field, day in and day out, its a place where I feel…somewhat content. A calm area.
I think about a lot, white clouds spread across the blue sky, with the sun beating down brightly onto myself. My shoes, scuff the terrain leaving traces of footprints, for others to find. Thinking of someone special who has earned a place in my heart. A name, that gives me hope, and is leading me through what makes me feel lifeless. A name that makes me feel like there is a purpose for me…to find within. A name that gives me hope to carry on…to push through the darkness that surrounds me.
The trees, filtering the air I breathe, planted alongside the path I walk, serve a purpose I have yet to discover. Flowers on the sidelines, remind me that there is light at the end of this tunnel I am somehow trapped in.
Thoughts circle in my head, only to show me the motives inside that sometimes cause me to withdraw, only to emerge in the end. I have this…hollow feeling, leaving me fragile to whatever may come my way. On this field, to the gods I run, the name returns, bringing me comfort and peace around me. Cold as ice, I am on this trek to find what makes me happy, sometimes sad, but what might be the only thing to satisfy this empty feeling.
Realizing, I am cut up inside, I accept this fact that I am now chasing something I don’t exactly know. Chasing my shadow before me, stopping only to think…over, and over, and over again.
Yet these veins course deep in my being, hiding stories I don’t feel comfortable to release to the public, as they’d be sold out to the unknown. This perfect storm is raging inside, holding me hostage, as I wait patiently for this name, to save me, and set this pain free.
I’m calling out the name, that can set this pain free. I’m falling apart, out on this field.
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