A hunger, an appetite
For more of what, I do not know
Resides inside me all the time
Tells me how to feel, where to go
Will fight hard to get what’s mine
Begrudges others getting theirs
I try to feed it, it just wants more
It doesn’t trust that I am there
And so I love her anyway, since, after all, she’s mine
I try to guide her, try to soothe her
I accept her enormous need
I take her hand and sing her songs
And hope that one day, she’ll be freed
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