Reclamation

A pain unnamed,
Masked, hidden.
A feeling unfelt,
Buried, burrowed,
Forgotten.

A wounded innocence,
A buried gem,
Hidden, in fear,
Of misuse, abuse.

Dusted over by layers,
Of fear,
Conditioning,
Distrust,
In Self.

Its pureness salvaged,
In wholeness.
Pain masked by silence.
Invisible.
Unseen.
Waiting.

A vulnerability,
The truth discarded,
Cast aside.

The veil dropped,
The armor in precarious perfection.
Cold, hardened, withdrawn.
Preservation of an innocence within,
A jewel in the city.

The fear of being seen,
In the truth of the heart,
the unstruck instrument,
The inner compass.
Hidden behind the veil,
Of illusion.

To be seen,
Reclaimed.
Raw, exposed, vulnerable.
A seductive dance,
Controlling the outward elements,

In hopes,
Of stifling inner chaos,
Of feelings unnamed,
Unfelt,
Unmasked.

Seen.
       In perfect.
                     Wholeness.
                                   A reclamation.

Hunger

Seduction at its finest,
A tantalizing flux and fluctuation of thought.
A gnawing, a hunger.
Mistaken for physical.

Duped yet again by attachment,
To fill, to fix, to fade,
The gnawing of a feeling unnamed.
For naming it would mean tuning in,
Into the unknown of a feeling,
Raw, vulnerable, undone.

A reaction convoluting the gap,
Between feeling and fix.
Awareness and action.
Allowing no space for choice, no room for grace.

Duped, tricked, seduced.
To numb out this unnamed, unfelt feeling,
A gnawing of a need not met.
Resorting to the commonly practiced comfort,
Food as refuge, solace.

Belly full, soul empty.
Aching felt, guilt brewing,
For the perpetuation of self-induced suffering.
A hunger remains.