Starving
Thirsty, starving for more.
Always lacking, closed doors.
Either there’s a wall or a bridge for me to cross.
Both dry. not damp, a reason without a cause.
Running through the tunnel, towards the light.
It’s bound to be there, something has to go right.
I can see it, I feel it all the time.
It’s etched into this soul of mine.
It’s there, but out of reach.
So much to say, with loss of speech.
Pounding heart, refusing to burn out.
It’s so intense, yet, without any doubt.
I will not stop, until the light soaks me in.
Feels my warmth, absorbs my beauty within.