the cold heated emotion
sweeps you over
no warning
no goodbye because it never leaves you
sticks to you like the humid summer air
you learned to hate as a small child
because its what you were taught
along with the fact you are never good enough
not good enough for a kind word
not good enough for a gentle hand
not even good enough to love
in any manner that would prove positive
leaves you in need
always hungry
for some, a meal that never comes
and others, if you are lucky as I
once you place your order
decades later
dinner is served!!
I am full
I thank myself for that ❤
From the ashes 