I wander...

I wander through this quiet haze, seeking the lost pieces of me a soul adrift, yearning to be whole.

I crave the warmth of love’s embrace, the gentle touch that quiets loneliness, yet I know the time is not yet ripe.

Now, I must tend to the garden within, let the wounds breathe, the heartache seep, to feel the shadows and the light alike, to meet myself in stillness, to remember who I was before the world’s noise.

Anyone who steps close now will find not love, but need’s echo, a hollow place longing to be filled.

But love, true love, waits patiently beyond this healing tide, where time will fold me gently back into a readiness to receive.

So I walk this path alone, not lonely, but learning…learning to love myself fiercely, so that when the day comes, I’ll open wide, not for want, but for fullness.

Until then, I am here, searching, waiting, becoming whole.