Finally home

My spirit soars free
out over the dusty road
I’m finally home

Beyond repair

There are some things
that can never be mended;
even as much as you try,
the result remains upended.

And I’ve learned it is better
to let sleeping dogs lay
than to stick around waiting
for the needle to sway.

There’s a balance to life
that just can’t be amended,
but sometimes these truths
are miscomprehended.

So I’m doing my best
to remember all these things
and trying not to fret
over things I cannot change.

You’re the handprint on my heart,
the ache that consumes my days.
You’re the air that swirls around me,
always there in so many ways.

You’ve touched me like no other,
having become the fabric of my soul,
and I love you more each day
as you’re the one who makes me whole.

In the dim of day,
you are the place my mind strays.
A welcome escape.

This is my chosen place
here in this footloose space.
My niche where anything goes
cause nobody really knows.

I can be happy, or I can be sad;
I can be the good girl or even be bad.
And people can only ever wonder
what kind of spell I’m under.

Nobody ever really knows
my story and how it all goes.
I love this unconfined space.
This is my happy place.