Lamentations of a Lost Voice
I do not know when and how it happened, but a part of me is standing at the shores of a wide ranging river. The rest of me left behind at the other side. The sense of loss is immense as we stare across into each other. Trying to make sense of why am I here, and there, split and a mere reflection of myself I feel lost. I look down at the ground I stand on willing it to speak and give me some answers. The earth’s stony silence back reverberates loudly. My sense of incompleteness is overwhelming. I feel like a hollow and broken version of myself. I lift my hands reading my open palms hoping to uncover some truths on my predicament. Nothing is forthcoming. I ponder for a moment if its answers or, the right questions that I seek. I remain unsure. I look up and back again to the other me and try to call out but no sound comes... I try once more and the words formed remain unspoken piling up at my throat... Instinctively, I reach out to touch my neck, then face towards my lip...