(For all those people who know there is something missing.)
What in our lives is missing, what are we missing?
This feeling uses great effort in the many at listing
The missing facets that allow us to feel unreal,
Like some punishment for no crimes – I did not steal
I did not kill – nor did I trample upon anyone’s dignity.
But something has been taken away even though not guilty.
What did we do to feel this way or was it someone else?
This heavy burden of taking away common sense
And leaving us in a sea of irrationality – a horrible dance
In the fires of someone else’s condemnation and insults.
What did we do to deserve to be on the receiving end,
Was it a personal slight, was it trickery by a close friend?
Whatever it was we continue to waste time on speculation
There’s a way out of here when we entertain a realisation,
A discovery that sits well in the heart says what is missing
It’s a warmth in our lives that feels like a cocoon encompassing
Our whole body and mind reminding us we deserve to be loved
But the tears won’t stop because we know we live in a cloud,
Where sunlight has been banished from our sight and hearing
All we have is the reminders of the absent wanted healing,
When we cried as a child the missing was the comforting
When we lost a loved one missing was the understanding
When we were bullied by life missing were words of comfort
When bedded with a partner the missing was the arms about.
The missing element that can pull us out of dark despond
That can lift the heaviest of hearts now aching far beyond
This place filled with missing, can be replaced on this Earth
With loving, being loved, feeling that we are of real worth.
We yearn to be a real person for another and to ourselves too,
The missing is the absence of self-love, needed by me and you.