Empty bowl
grumbling hunger–
why is there no food?

Scorched seeds
drifting directionless–
hoping for life in barren soil.

Cracked well,
leaking water–
mocking parched souls their unquenchable thirst.

Lonely footprints
shifting in sand–
lost without a willing guide.

Threadbare cloak,
dangling forlorn on a rusted hook–
barely sheltering those left in the cold.

Withering vines,
trembling leaves–
yearning for a smog-cloaked sun.

Rusted gate
guarding mocked cries–
echoing in walls of abandoned hope.

What have you done
to heal the pleas
of the least of these?

Published by TheOtherKLM

Hey there! I'm K.L. McDaniel, an introverted extrovert who's into fitness with a bit of a twist and always shuffling through life's organized clutter. Here at TheOtherKLM, I dive into everything that makes us tick—from the quiet corners of introverted minds to the sweat and joy of staying active, all while keeping our mental game strong. I'm all about contradictions that somehow make perfect sense. Think of me as your go-to for exploring how to learn endlessly, live healthily, and think deeply, all without losing our collective minds. It's not just about fitness or learning; it's about finding balance in the chaos and connecting in the most unexpected ways. So, if you're into making sense of life's beautiful mess with me, stick around. We're in for a journey of learning, laughing, and maybe a bit of dancing... metaphorically speaking, of course.

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