This thirst for love,
is it a product of evolution
or a longing for home?
This yearning has seen me
chasing mirages and drinking saltwater
until dehydration became an identity.
Would this thirst be satisfied
if my childhood was well-watered
or I could draw from a well of relationships?
Or would my soul still pant
for water of a different kind,
a never-ending and life-giving source?
Do those who have drinks nearby
even realise they are thirsty?
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Liz Jakimow is a writer, poet, and photographer living in Araluen. Her photos, poems, and articles have appeared in many publications, including As Surely as the Sun and Gossamer Arts. She works as a communications officer for the Australian Centre for Christianity and Culture, is the Assistant Editor for Engage, and has a Bachelor of Theology from St Mark’s National Theological Centre.
Photo by Kaŕeem Saleh on Unsplash
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