I thought of what I needed most

I brought the book

Along the Southern Coast

Because I am lost


My soul staggered under strain

I needed more


I was faint


I hid the book in my bag—

I could not tell anyone that

In the book’s deep words—

I will release my pain


I hoped in words to make me whole,

Yet I was instructed by the book.

My soul, unstill, yearned for more


For the words to sing off the page,

To drink them from a bottle

To quench my thirst

To heal my pain


I wanted life to enter my nave

No matter what the words say


My heart sank

Because the words did not stick

I resolved to accept my loss,

But I was lost.


My soul was empty, but

Something stirred


For the will to live

Made me go on



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