A Hunger Waning

So used to searching,

never had enough.

A hunger waning,

finished with all I’ve done.

Always a shadow,

but now,

I stand outside,

watching the weather,

feeling the wind behind.



this is what it’s like

to be normal.

Is it?

I can’t really tell right now.

Self sedated,

just a matter of course,


No desire to be satisfied,


I assume I am.


What’s before me,

must be

sufficient for me.

Not every day

needs to be a war.

Not every struggle

needs to be

against a dragon.

Slow it down

and see

what each day has in store.


There’s more here than we’ll ever need.


HG – 2019


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