true need

The plate of snacks is set before me.
The salted veggie sticks melt to mush in my mouth,
even the chewing is burdensome.
Hunger isn’t a feeling.
Not hunger of the stomach anyway;
my soul craving is palatable.
My head intellectually knows that this mushy, crunchy snack will not meet my true need.
My heart doesn’t seem to care.

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About preachermom

a passionate woman of God who believes in living the truth; in being Christ in the world; and in inspiring others.
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