Individuality

When you are young you start discovering
All the different parts of you, testing them out,
Getting to know them thoroughly and individually.
Sometimes it can be a confusing time,
Thinking you have to choose one of them
To represent who you are.
But as you grow up you learn that all these different pieces
Fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle
Creating a beautiful picture, original and unique
In its artistry

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Looking for somewhere to land

Your hands were made
To grow soft, to always
Be full and open
To silver-winged butterflies
And night moths circling
In the twilight
Looking for somewhere
To land.
It is a great comfort
For a weary flier
To see the lights of the runway
When the journey has reached
Its end.

People Journey

People journey
Like eyes across a map,
Walking above names
Of countries, unaware
Of steps crossing invisible
Borders.

Times of night,
Times of day, coming and going
As though a thousand miles
Never were left in the wake
Of exhaustion.

Something spinning,
Something changing, but never enough
To alter a destiny written in hearts,
Pierced by deprivation, by longing,
Never quiet long enough
To stop journeying,
Like wayfaring birds across beaches,
Sworn to secrecy
By a dream
forbidden by Impossibility.

People journey
Like eyes across a map,
Walking above names
Of countries, unaware
Of steps crossing invisible
Borders.

People Journey…