Steady Sailing

The wind blows steady
unseen but heard
like a ghost upon the stage
or love trying to shine through rage.
What is this feeling of emptiness I go to sleep with at night
but soon forget in the morning?
Did I pretend to forget
Just to go on with my days, survive?
How many times did I try to satisfy it,
make it go away?
I know all I had to do was love-
love someone, anyone-
but I didn't.
So no matter what I did the feeling always came back.
The emptiness I used to feel so long ago
was the result of an overwhelming fullness
of many feelings I have choked down from the past.
The wind blows steady
for this I'm sure.

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