Sometimes she gets the urge to keep on travelling,

to keep on moving,

to keep on searching

But in fact, it’s only because attachments had become her uncertainty

And broken promises had become a guarantee

What is there outside of this tension that she has known for so long

But lately, she doesn’t show up anymore

The tension is lonely

Her fantasies crave a home

Because one day she realised that she didn’t need them anymore

Reality became her magic

Her dreams were showing up in broad day light

And that was okay

It was all okay

She has been found

And she too has found

2 comments

  1. This does something to my heart. It takes me on a journey. The feeling of being found, and seen, and finding true gold. Your words are lovely, with each new post I savor your thoughts. You’re really good at writing long pieces but you’re equally amazing writing shorter poetic musings as well.

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    1. Coming from a Writer as rich as you, I am truly grateful that you are touched in this way. These things come to us poets quick and fast, long and short. The real beauty is in how the words feel when they land, when you connect with them x

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