I’m hungry.



A common complaint.

Every mother sighs

Hearing her three old whine it for the tenth time.



But it is more than just a physical demand.

I hunger for the knowledge

that many deem so obtainable

Yet always seems out of reach.

I hunger for the confidence

Of knowing who to be and where to go.

I hunger for connection

for friends who know me by name

and sound of voice.

I hunger for purpose

the path to follow.



Yet no one seems aware to feed these.

I remain with

Empty mind

Empty arms

Empty heart

Is there not also food for the soul?



I’m hungry.