Forever Silent

Everyone has it.
That feeling deep inside the soul.
That longing for something more.

It is there,
ever so secretively.
It drives, pushes, forces
you to keep going
"Don't stop," it whispers,
"not yet, not quite yet."

A surge of passion consumes you.
An enormous thrust of drive
pushes you one step closer
to what you long for.

Your hopes are up, your head is high.
"I can do this," you think.
You spot another obstacle.
"You didn't think itd be that easy,
did you?" mocks Longing.

You push and push,
exhausted and hopeless.

Everything is calm.
Your soul is no longer restless.
Your passion is fed.
Your thirst for longing has been quenched.

Longing has a cheeky grin smothered on his face.
"You have made it," he shouts.
No more longing for more.

The calmness settles in.
The restlessness has vanished.
Silence consumes all.