I Need

Sat, 04/16/2016 - 00:03 -- Zaenob

It’s raining

There’s a storm outside

but inside I’m raging

fierce yet calm.


I was leaden

heavy and dragging

confused and hurting

hungry and in want

in need

of something.





Peace of mind






A renewal of joy

a cool glass of collected thoughts

and complete content.


I pray and

can only say


I need something:

a purpose.


I need something.


and then like thunder

like an answer to a prayer

he speaks to me

and tells me that the thing I need

is something I gotta look for.


It’s deep down

and I gotta dig for it.

Dig until I get blisters

and until my hands become strong.

I have to sew first

before I reap from the dream

I am trying to unearth.



As I dig deeper

I find what I truly need

is to build.


I realize I have use 

these hands to build.


He says,

Let your eyes feed

what your soul is missing

Let your hands mold

what your mind is hungry for


trust yourself.

And that is what I plan to do.

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