Ever lost something?
Not a key ring, or a teddy bear. I mean something really important. Something that is essential, something which if not found will dull your already tarnished shine in the eyes of the owner. I have lost something, something of importance , something that is wanted, something that is needed.
How do I feel about it?
My head is numb, my fingers hurt, my head is pounding. My chest is heavy. Not the heavy that sadness or apprehension brings, but heavy, like a three year old has been sitting on it for an hour or two. I am conscious of my heart as it burns with a dull burning sensation. The Harmattan has not permitted me to sweat profusely. I'm literally sick to my stomach and claustrophobic. My skin has become three sizes smaller, I'm choking.
What will I do?
I have lost something. I shall retrace my steps in the fervent hope that my cloud does have a silver lining, in the hope that the sun will come out tomorrow and the silver lining of my cloud shall, with the aid of the sun, shine a brilliant burning light that shall melt the ice that has engulfed my confidence.
If I don't find it; then what?
I don't know.....your guess is as good as mine.