Hunger,
isn’t what it used to be.
Heartache,
isn’t what it once was.
I’ve been
standing in the window,
lingering in daydreams,
creeping from my shadow.
Cavernous,
open and clear enough
to hear the words
echoing.
As they leave my lips
I know they are wrong,
but I can’t draw them back;
not now.
All the way
in again.
Deliberate in stroke.
No delay.
Mercifully,
I find another road.
Emptiness
is the space
between me and the stars.
A bridge to make,
a leap of Faith,
I put my foot out
and step forward.
One of two things
can happen here,
either I fly,
or I float.
Fulfilling,
or life ending;
I’m trading the unknown
for all I’ve ever been.
Crazy in
expectations,
I can’t believe all my wounds.
Friendly,
until they draw blades,
and I am forced to run.
Availing
my way of all
those who’ve gone before.
Staggering.
No easy way.
Even the dangers change.
The hunger lives.
HG – 2019
