No, she doesn't belong
To these things
To sunrise and sunsets
To the shore
To the greeneries
To the clouds
To the moon and
Constellations
To dark coffees
And great books
She doesn't belong
To them
Well, not really
Not in the first place
She just happened to find
Peace,
Familiarity
And home in them
She treated them
As her little missing pieces
Because to where you
Find yourself
In your phase of healing
—Even if just temporary
Is where you constantly
Come back,
Always seeking for more.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Rising From Cinders: Misfit Guide to Escape Reality
PoesiaPoetry Book Collaboration by Cabin of Writers and Cabin of Artists and Editors.
