we hunger
not only for bread,
but for the things
that truly fill the soul
distraction and pleasure are
a quick fix that disappear
like candy floss in rain
and are about as substantial
as this, too
desperately searching in the desert
for sustenance, we realize that the
place of deprivation has dissolved
superfluous things that we don’t
really need for the journey
unwholesome baggage that just takes
up space like self-criticism, insecurity
and fears. and as they shift and melt
away, they leave us space for more
for those hearty, healthful things
that stick to our ribs, bring a glow
to our cheeks and give us strength
for the journey ahead
—however uncomfortable, there is often purpose in those desert seasons.
©Heather Pound 2023

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