Bread
I have this hunger pain whose growls drown out the people trying to feed me
They may as well crucify themselves next to Christ
Because I can’t hear Him either
When He’s begging for my life
“Father, forgive her for she knows not what she has done.
This disbelief came upon her like an ulcer
Layered in worry and stress.
Now here she is, chewing on her own hand
Much easier to eat than this two thousand year old piece of bread
Loosening her belt as a glutton
Yet tightening the noose around her neck.”
It’s taken me too long to see
That I’m feeding this hunger that’s eating me from the inside out
With doubt in the only One who can satisfy me.
Rae of Poeima 