Some absences don’t arrive as we want them; they arrive as pure lessons. withholdings explores the tension between hunger and awakening, between being denied direction and learning to walk without it. We find ways to break in to where we need to be and break out to save ourselves.
withholdings | poem
withholding
unholy and bold
so unknown
not thrown
not cold
but heated over throne
not held
simply unfed
had to beg
until i was undead
living my life
even though
withholdings
i was un-led
finding my own diamond
until i was on bed
resting my eyes
imagining what god would have said
jixi fox 🦊
***This poem moves through isolation, endurance, and quiet spiritual questioning, tracing the moment when survival turns into self-discovery. It is about what happens when nothing guides you and you are forced to become your own compass.
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