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.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
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.