where to go next,
as I search for my place,
amongst the thorns,
barefoot and wild,
the wind howls,
my inner child smiled,
a victory,
as I crawl
upon the forest floor.
cuts and wounds
adorn my skin,
my scars,
the gateway
for my healing to begin.
to break away from it all,
the expectations,
the need to understand.
to rise above my petty insecurities,
to find my voice
and
live my life,
unplanned.
Raw emotions,
that long to be set free.
I find myself,
navigating new oceans,
slowing down
opening up,
I breathe in new life,
new thoughts to ease the pain,
unchartered waters,
inspiring me to create
once again.
I sail these waters,
my boat,
a million thorns.