The Invisible Thread
No clues in the silence. No directives in the sky.
The yearning is there. A pull. Tension. Desire. Craving even? I follow it like a thin thread I can barely hold. It’s almost invisible.
I find a knot.
Fear. It’s not exactly about not being good enough. Not quite about what people will think. It’s more like walking on ground I can’t see. A hesitancy. The feeling of putting my foot down without knowing if the ground is strong enough to hold me. Is there even ground? Am I walking off a ledge?
I pick up the thread again. Tension churns. Forward? Backward? Stay?
No clues in the silence. No directives in the sky.
I wait.
If you’ve walked where you can’t see your feet, leave a simple “Yes” in the comments below.
Oh, yes. Very much so. Thank you for the poetic way you expressed how that feels, Julia.