Feed Me

looking down on blue shoes with ginger cat

My inner conflicts wreath around my feet
like cats,
set to trip me up.
I’d like to kick them away,
be rid of their pesky intrusion
so I can get on with life.
But all they want is
a bit of attention,
a bit of love,
and a bit of feeding.

© Sr. Sandra CSBC
24th June 2015


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