Sikiliza

I do not know when and how it happened, but part of me found herself standing and staring at the shoreline of a wide-ranging river. The other me was left abandoned right across the other side of the river shore. Forgotten over time, she faded away, grew quieter and quieter now a mere shadow of former herself. Catching a glimpse of this memory I felt a sense of immense loss as the split sides of myself stared back at each other, separated by the loud, raging water.  Endeavouring to make sense of whatever was at the root of this severing, I felt lost. I looked down at the ground I stood on, willing it to speak and give me some answers.  Silence responded with reverberating loudness. The fragmentation was overwhelming. I felt like a hollow and broken version of myself.   I lifted my hands as if reading my palms would help uncover truths about my predicament. Nothing was forthcoming. I contemplated for a moment to think if it was answers or the right questions I sought out....