I caught a moment of the midday news today. Due to the increasing cost of living and the ongoing impact of covid-19 on segments of the economy, child poverty is rising again.
All afternoon I’ve been thinking about what it’s like to be the child who goes to bed hungry, who struggles to concentrate in school, who feels isolated from peers with no understanding of what goes on when the front door closes. Not that you’d wish them to.
There are some hungers that can never be forgotten. There are some types of hollowness that, once created, can never be filled.
The next time you are at the supermarket please put something nice in the donation box of your local food bank.
Explaining the hollowness The hollowing feeling is a muscle memory become real. The physical and emotional: indistinguishable. The hollow is darkness It reminds me I cannot look back, go back. The deeply buried hunger of a remote singularity Told to be small and insignificant Whose reflection is me. The hunger for food for love to learn to be free. A hollow feeling that never quite leaves. There is always a feeling of being set apart: of being out of place not being of this time and space, not being enough, or too much. Even with a full plate the hollow feeling is there it gnawing away as a muscle memory I cannot escape.