my days
of feeding the hungry ghosts
are over
the men (and sometimes women)
who hover
on the outside
wanting to steal my soul
and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd
to drink from
when they are empty
or sad
or lonely
no more!
yes
i see your pain and sorrow
and yes,
you are loved
but you
must learn
to drink from your own vessel
as i learn to drink
from mine
and so it is
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