It’s a difficult place to be
Not my craving
But my inability to express this feeling.
Not that I’m unable
For of this I’m well capable
But that I won’t appear vulnerable
Or even unstable.
Preaching to the preacher
Leave me with my craving to savour
In the quiet place of my mind and heart
Where no eyes nor ears can partake
Of my breathless state
My struggling ache.
I must be strong
I will not shake
Nor quake beneath the stance I feign.
Oh craving rest and dissipate.