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Stuck
2008-03-17

Although my feet might move,
there is no forward motion to join.
This quagmire that is around me grows,
and I feel so stuck in one place.

Eventually either I am going to drown,
or fly.
My life has been filled with emptiness,
a bugging quietness, and depth of feeling.

There is a connection somewhere somehow.
People say that the tug I feel is God pulling on my heart.
What is God but another name for the wind around us?
God is not what is missing from my life.

I feel as if my purpose has not been fulfilled,
that the path that I have been chosen to walk
has not come to pass under my feet,
and that the quagmire only grows beneath me.

There are those that inspire,
there are those that lift my heart and mind,
but yet, they are not the missing link;
that ideal that would fill me whole.

Her eyes draw me in,
I can’t seem to find any life except in her.
Emotions are empty except for the spark
that is her soul. And so to live, I pretend, I hope.

James O. Stewart