The chase included all the delicacies love snacks on, fills up on even.
I kept coming back for more. You provided, I was hooked.
I could be satiated whenever I needed.
You kept your buffet stocked. A beautiful presentation.
I never felt hungry, rather I was full.
Years went by, I remained well fed.
We were happy. For a bit.
Then more years passed and the spread was less colorful, it didn’t speak to me.
And then, I began to notice less and less on the table before me, even some spoilage.
Hmmm, I’m hungry. That’s new.
I mentioned the pangs, I cried that I was hungry, I hurt going to sleep at night.
You ordered take-out, we ate together. For a bit.
Going down it felt like fake food, second-hand and ABC cud.
A temporary fix to fill a gaping hole, only as required.
But then you starved me. I lost so much.
When I started nourishing myself, I determined the menu.
I think I’ll pass on the next feast.
I’d like to live.
A great representation using food, menus, take out and their temporary fulfillment that leaves us hungry for more. I love the double symbolism of what happens to our soul from lack of love, and also when one grows up learning food is love and seeking fulfillment in food leaves our soul an abyss. Very well done Susi! 😀 ❤
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Thanks so much, Deborah! This is a favorite piece of mind for the exact things you mentioned. Appreciate your thoughts! ❤
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Originally published on IWH January 23, 2018. Enjoy!
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Tears….inside…
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