A sigh

               A sigh is parted. As much as I did today I still
feel empty, voided of the necessity. I suppose that is the
way it is going to have to be. The emerging myself so
deep that I forget about myself completely.

               Ah indeed something I will strive to do to
keep others happy. Still the hope and reoccurring dream
are mine, mine alone to share with Jehovah. Even
the knot forming inside my throat, Jehovah, knows
when, how to stop it.

               Yes. This is how it has to be. So it is said. A
new start. A new step and still the motion is scary,
though I continue to move. Forward and extending my
limbs when, where necessary.

               Yet the thought, just to hold a conversation.
So bad, perhaps? The distances. Indeed what is shown
by a side.

                How though do I swallow the lump? Courage.
Yes. So much I press away. So much I gather to
strengthen me. Dare I say any words beyond what is
asked? No. Not needed. The levels closed to all but
those who are diggers.

               Oh how I want someone to see passed the
shy exterior, to break down the built wall. But who?
Indeed I don't press. I just lean and learn. Listen
and obey. Hope and apply.

               A saddness inside this supreme day. Now
seated alone with only Jehovah to hear of the events.
Indeed not the way I wanted to end my afternoon,
evening.

                 Yet silence it is. Solitude.

            Now I can only hope as I dive into my Watchtower
studies, for some conversation. (No not to myself) Indeed
I hope to forget of the void and the emotions. I realize
Jehovah is listening and for now I have to accept
that he is the only one who is hearing me.

                     Yes it has to be enough.