O Hunger



we called out o hunger,

o hunger we called out

but we are all full to the brim

we are bursting with uncertainty of what to do with all that holds us,

all that is held within us,

that is clawing



to climb it’s way out.

it bubbles like a smiling child

trying to sustain laughter

still we grab for more arrows to stifle our throats

to keep our feet inside.

to keep our hearts within.

why are we so afraid?

shameful of this magic that we hold,

are we bemused by this benevolent power that we cannot wrangle,

inslaving ourselves

locking it within.


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