S.T.P

S.T.P

A Poem by Anthony Guest

To wake filled with a hunger that aches the heart ,
Fueling the bodies day to day through it struggles ,
Creating an energy in the soul that is wild,
desiring to be heard and seen it changes us,
Creating chaos in our minds and in our lives,
We learn to grow with its transgressions ,
Through our spirit we nourish it,
Bringing clarity to what this hunger is, and
what we truly need to satiate this pit that resides within ,
Filled we are with ambition and loneliness ,
But through the failures and losses,
we one day wake triumphant with bellies full of happiness,
For the hope our spirit gave us made strong to seek the greatest of things
Love, Family, Life.

© 2020 Anthony Guest


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Added on November 15, 2020
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