For 36 years
I was convinced that
my lonely yearned for
someone to show me
what love is.
I thought I was starving for affection.
And I was.
Every hand I reached for
pulled away.
Every knot I tied
tended to fray.
Then one day,
a gust of heartache collapsed the
frame of this weathered house.
Only thing left
was to watch it burn.
Watching the flames
engulf the Eden that I had cultivated,
I realized I was no longer worried
about starving to death
without your toxic fruit.
I was never hungry for you.
My insides rumbled and groaned
but the words
always got stuck in my throat.
I was hungry for love
from no hand but my own.
Bio
Winter Summer is the self-published author of Molly’s Misguided Adventures, found on Amazon. She is a homeschooling mother living in Western Maine where she spends her time creating and building memories with her babies. More of her work can be found at www.myquietparadox.com .
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