By Steve Waldrop
I have a confession.
Most people think I have it all together.
That I'm grown and know how to handle whatever life throws at me.
I admit that my record is sort of good.
I have survived all the bad days and all the hard years.
I suppose I have learned some things.
People think my life is full, and it should be. There is much good in my world. I should be full.
When I stand on the shore and watch the waves, sometimes lapping gently,
Other times crashing violently,
And I feel hollow.
I feel no peace.
All I feel is the longing ache you left behind when you died.