the goal was to eat

I wanted a feast.

And life heard me.

So now my plate is heavy,

my hours are packed,

my hands stay busy.

But I cannot complain

about the weight

of the blessings

I prayed for.

I asked to eat.

So I chew through the pressure,

I swallow the discipline,

I digest the growth.

A full plate

is not a burden,

it is proof

that the hunger in me

was finally answered.

I cannot complain

about the load,

when the goal

was to eat.