I find it baffling, it's
just so happening
that those who wandered
were far from lost
when along the way
it was themselves they found.
Memories fogging miles
winded, they drown in the sorrows
of nights
left alone in nature on their own
wondering how their own happiness
can create the sanctum of a home,
how their own self love
will heal when nourished.
How they can still grow-
expanding all the many ways
they can be their true self,
to let their inner child play,
to express their passion on their greatest days.