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,
locking it within.