Famine
by Alice Barry
It was true
What I knew
What I dreamed
What threatened the seams of yearning in my heart.
It was gone
Before I listened
Before I cared
Before I dared to say, “I love you,” and sweep it off its feet.
It remains
Someplace it can breathe
Someplace within reach
Someplace it can breach the false security of my fear.
beautiful. this touches me more every time I read it.
Thank you, Sandy. It is from my heart and from my own experience. I stated to my own Dream Team in the Winter that I wanted to recapture my inner poet, who left the building around 10th grade. This is a start.