WANTING MORE - (poem for #AudioMo Day 18)
Wanting more
I’ve always been found
wanting more than a woodpecker carves
into the last tree
in the last forest,
wanting more
than my parents ever offered,
– even more than father bestowed
on one of his good days.
I was born wanting more time for love.
I’ve grown hungrier by the day,
thirstier by night,
always grasping for clean air.
There’s never been a father more loved,
ever since letters of infinity
were strung together
on a necklace
that shines with promise
and gradually shrinks
until it chokes
the living daylight out of me.
I’ve always wanted to beg.
Like most beggars,
my voice has been feeble
– barely enough courage
to pay the price father demanded.
I’ve always been found
wanting to trust more.
I’m used to starving.
Bless me Father,
for I have sinned
on a daily basis.
Let me do penance
– only let me have time to pay.
#audiomo 2018