you. The pain of engorgement imitates the way my heart is full of hurt, awaiting its relea

peration he hopes I have something to spare. But from my aching breast full of milk, i

ts hunger and as he eats, I wonder... "Why did the squirrel choose me? How did it know I had more to

rokenness I feel, lies someone who understands me, someone who holds me dear, someone who cares to se

e is constantly adjusted by the way the light hits the eye, both bending and retracting before me. I look

th to a new desert place with nothing in between. A place where despair

my breast and give you sustenance. Moment by moment as your hunger su

to do but in the absence of you. Yet, it refused to enclose you i

l Of Faith and left you vulnerable to the elements. I felt you within me, fighting, hence prolonging the suffering of your end'

ile I suffered on silence's throne. I called out for y