Sunday, November 3, 2013

November Writings: Travel

She'd been on this journey her whole life.
She felt alone, with so many questions, answers unknown.
She was living her life by someone else's script
Until one sleep-deprived night when something ripped open inside her.

Her mind was a blur racing with this truth that stirred.
For so long, yet unknown, unnamed,
Just a thought, then a whisper
Hands shaking, breath caught in her throat as she continued on,
She wrote,

"I think I am a married woman who loves women."

Such simple words, and yet so true,
And in that moment, her soul broke through.
Finally, comfort, understanding of such a rough road she had traveled
Until this ode to her heart unraveled,
And drew a map to her truth,
with no more reason to wander and roam.
She had her soul path and spirit to guide her
Home.

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