The spot

She chose her days and nights, her sunrises and sunsets,

she chose her friends and families..

Her wandering soul, always looking out, always curious,

always wanting to find something, something different..

In this world where she didn’t fit in, searching for something wild,

something that can help her to meet the odds, to accept the mess,

to breathe in the peace, to exhale all the love..

 

Her wandering soul, always looking out, always curious,

to find a right spot, hoping for it to be, in a similar soul like hers,

where she could pour in all her love, she could feel home,

she could walk barefoot on beaches with,

and hold hands, sit outdoors, witness sunsets.

 

A spot that nobody could claim back from her, a spot so special..

A spot belonging to her world, with no agreements needed,

A spot that could help her grow, open her wings, take tall steps,

A spot that would fly with her own spot,

off all the roads – the roads where they broke her.

 

Her wandering soul, always looking out, always curious,

wants this spot to enlighten her dark roads, to be the star of her dark sky..

cause she founds her one scar beautiful and sweet, a scar so special,

the pain so sweet, so regular, always shows up in her loneliness..

 

And still, her wandering soul, always looking out, always curious,

waits for that new spot, to heal her scars,

unaware. unaware, that the spot is herself!

It is her inner strength, the magical in her own soul,

the reason why she is a giver, why she shows up all the time,

It is her own spot that keeps her smiling,

that she witnesses more sunsets than sunrises,

that she falls more than flying, hurts more than healing..

and yet, her wandering soul, always looking out, always curious,

is looking out for that spot!