I grow weary
of simply existing.
My soul,
my mind,
my heart;
they hunger
for more.
I can no longer
stay content
with who
and what I am.
No longer
will the simple pleasantries
of this aching world
tide me.
My soul yearns to tread
in undiscovered meadows
of which blooms the wildest of roses,
where crystal clear waters cleanse the earth,
and where the moon basks all in its heavenly glow;
a shimmering silvered cloak of argent motes.
My mind hungers for wisdom,
of answers that lay veiled
behind the curtain of reason,
where forbidden secrets lurk
in shadows unseen by mortals;
to know the unknowable
the what has
and what will
be.
My heart thirsts to be consumed
by a love that will never cease
to quench,
to erupt in a supernova
of warmth
of hope
of joy
of Light,
the kind this world has never seen.
I hunger for more
and I will not be sated
until I am free.
And I will be free.
~LT
My thoughts exactly.
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I am glad you agree 😊
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I read in your words courage to break out of the box in order to grow into your full potential. Don’t ever stop. Keep seeking and don’t compromise. This is beautifully written! Thank you! 💞
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I am dearly humbled by your words of kindness. Keep seeking 😊
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I wish for all of this. I’m feeling quite 👎🏼 as much as I try to just be at peace. Thanks for sharing.
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You are most welcome! The moon rises another night, and so will you, friend.
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