The hunger spills across your shoreline, reaching inland, wave after wave relentlessly seeking your center
The longing branches skyward, heart first, head lost, arms open, waiting to be received
The distance and the silence and the wonder all conspire to hide me from the truth
The clawing at my chest, the ache seeping from my pores, every cell weeping
I am altered...
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ReplyDeleteThe hunger...ahhh, now that motivates. We will sweep away the cobwebs to feast at the table. We will see. It was the clawing that brought us there.
ReplyDeletethe hunger, the clawing, the hope...to truly see. Thank you!
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