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
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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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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