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
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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