We all come to this world
Yearning
Nay
Starving
For more than just milk
But for sweet 
Arms
To hold and blissfully cradle
For twinkling 
Eyes 
To look gently upon us
For heartfelt 
Words
To strengthen and build.

Of course
Some sort of nourishment 
We do receive
But alas! 
There never seems 
To be quite enough
So our hearts keep on pushing 
Pumping 
Through the insidious 
Energy deficit
Starving
Day after day
Year after year
Unseen and unheard
Even by our very 
Selves.

For some
When hunger becomes 
All-encompassing
The body as well 
Begins to wither 
Folding in on itself
In obstinate 
Protest to the world
And in faithful 
Solidarity with the heart.

Years may go by
And ultimately
Under the command of mind
Coupled with basic instinct
That blind 
Undiscerning
Schopenhauerian
Will 
To just BE
The body may learn 
To fiercely 
Sometimes reluctantly
Fight for its life
With each inhaled
Or slowly chewed bite
Every single 
And dreary 
Day.

Yes
It may even lose its gaunt 
Ethereal
Secretly envied
Look 
(Oh, such a flawless 
Depiction of hunger)
But the truth is
That it still feels
Still holds
Still bears
The starvation of the heart
And inaudibly groans
This time hopelessly 
Muffled by flesh 
If only that too
Could be so easily
FILLED. 

(2018)

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