Thirst
written by: Melissa Lemay
I will roam the desert—
keep your water and your bread;
man does not live on bread
alone.
Heat scorches my skin,
sweat stinging my eyes,
I crawl on hands and knees
if I can write.
Sandstorms swirl around
me—
I am not forsaken;
I have fingers
and I can scrawl
letters in the sand.
I may be forgotten
when I return to dust;
feelings strokes of letters
leave will remain.
JULY 2024 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH / 2024 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com
Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her children, cats, and dog. She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, "Ephemeral," was chosen as Poetic Publication of the Year for 2023 at Spillwords Press; she was Author of the Month for July 2024; and Author of the Year for 2024. Find her at Melissa Lemay at WordPress, Collaborature at Blogspot, and at dVerse Poets Pub.
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