How Like a Colossus

There is within an insatiable hunger
That neither food nor water quell
Ever present, heard and silenced
Its formidability is crushing.
Without impotence,
It grows to devour all else.

To feed it ego
Embellishes it.
And humility 
Only engorges.     

There is something more
Than what I am:
Doomed to atrophy in dullness.
The starving urge
To exceed myself
Looms as a colossus inside.

Social pressures
Of submission,
Conformity,
And contrition
Enrages the unfulfilled.

--Lynne R. Freels, 15 February 1989

© Copyright 1996, Lynne R. Freels

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