My roots, my veins,

my soular capillaries,

every inner

and immeasurable

part of my being

craves, thirsts, seeks

the quenching

that only feelings bring,

for to feel

is life

as well as the meaning.


I choose to only feed

from now on

on the good and happy things,

so move me,

sky, flowers, trees,

friend, lover, hobbies;

let me drink in

that life

that fills me beyond


keep my feelers tingling,

my colors bleeding,

never let me be defeated

by a drought

of feeling





Poem and images ©LauraDenise


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