Lonely hearts break, over and over again
yearning for a magic, not found on these shores
searching for a feeling, whether it be fleeting
the kind that fills your soul
and sends energy cursing through your veins
the kind that keeps you up at night, pondering ideas
ideas that can change the world
a light in your body shining true north
so true, that when you stray from the path
all one can feel is lost
but feelings can always be found again
and they come from within, not from without
they exist in your heart
and coming back home
is sometimes as simple as coming back to oneself
and focusing inwards, not outwards
and delighting in ones own paradise
a paradise controlled by you
not impacted by external forces
somewhere to return to, over and over
regardless of where your feet may be walking
About the Creator
Helen Smith
Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. I like to heal and grow through writing. My work explores the shadows, mental health, the struggles of everyday life and also the magnificence of this earth.
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