Longings

A missing link in life’s precious chain An empty feeling that came to remain A nebulous feeling that lately came, I need to define it; give it a name. Is a person missing? A special event? I feel the loss of days that are spent They’re gone from my life; they’re past; history What remains are unknowns, waiting for me. I’m molded by history; a personal mixture As my life’s people blend, as a picture Some influence good; some are bland I combine them all – and, form who I am. I continue to learn as I make decisions Not much is firm – I make some revisions The me, who’s striving to fit in the world My journey continues my birthing swirl.