There is a longing so dense and sturdy, its gates bar all else. Beyond the wall it is peopled with emptiness and anguish. The world surrounding, filled with laughter and overtures, is an unbearable reminder of what is out of reach. The very presence and chatter of visitors start reverberations at the bell towers of unfamiliar and alien. They sympathize. They do not comprehend. There is no comfort. Unknown and misunderstood are cheerless keepers. A somber confinement, it forms overnight with the ghosts of kin and comrade. It neighbors academies, accompanies most travel, and even appears at journey’s end. An unexpected hold, guarded vain nostalgia, longs for the key—unconditional acceptance of home.
In response to the basic writing prompt #1 on A Rose by any Other Name Would Smell Like Daisies