WANTING MORE - (poem for #audiomo Day 18)

Poem by Paul O'Mahony - read by Paul O'Mahony ________ Wanting more I’ve always been found wanting more than a woodpecker carves into the last tree in the last forest, wanting more than my parents ever offered, – even more than father bestowed on one of his good days. I was born wanting more time for love. I’ve grown hungrier by the day, thirstier by night, always grasping for clean air. There’s never been a father more loved, ever since letters of infinity were strung together on a necklace that shines with promise and gradually shrinks until it chokes the living daylight out of me. I’ve always wanted to beg. Like most beggars, my voice has been feeble – barely enough courage to pay the price father demanded. I’ve always been found wanting to trust more. I’m used to starving. Bless me Father, for I have sinned on a daily basis. Let me do penance – only let me have time to pay.