Lost Wandering Soul Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Poison pours off your tongue,
As smoke billows from your mouth.
Bitterness seeps from your pores;
You're toxic, right to the core.
For you nothing is ever good enough,
You keep reaching past reality,
Setting your hopes on everything that could never be.
You live off the "if onlys" you tell yourself,
And your heart aches each and every night,
Searching and searching for home;
For happiness,
But you keep telling yourself that it's just out of reach and "if only",
Then you could rest and be at peace.
But I'm telling you that home is here,
Home is now.
You are safe to live and dream.
You don't need all your if onlys,
You don't need all your walls,
Choose to rest and be at peace.
Happiness isn't always just beyond your fingertips,
It is a choice you keep denying yourself because you're too scared.
You've been in pain for so long,
You've been let down so many times you don't know how to feel safe and be at peace.
You don't know what life is like without theses things and you are scared that if you let go that there will be nothing left.
Your walls aren't only keeping others out,
They are keeping you in.
Your spirit wasn't made to be kept in a cage;
Choose to be all that you were meant to be,
And set yourself free.

(2020.3.16)