living without it
made me realize i needed it
long before i knew it.
an inkling resembling a secret suspicion
that my discomfort was due
to something lost that i never had.
something i’d fight for, take risks for, 
a chance to stumble across someday.
then it’d introduce itself and tell me
from now on, everything will be okay.

you can find the written poem on my blog. links to other social platforms here. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. — Send in a voice message: Support this podcast:
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