I want
But can't have
I thirst
But can't drink
I feel
But can't touch
I hunger for your love
But can't taste your sweetness
As I sit in a finite space with invisible walls
I can only imagine the experience of that which is
Forbidden
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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