There sits an ache
A longing
So deep
And reaching so far
That I don't know which direction
it's pulling

East or west
Past or future

I've left pieces in so many places
Each part longing
for it's better half
Having been carelessly
scattered
Along the way

Perhaps this vulnerable sore
Oozing with desire
and hope
Is the message of change
A reminder that
To heal
To become whole
I must collect the pieces
And tend to
Myself

The ache of hope
The ache of change
The ache of something real
The ache of connection
The ache of cracking
And crumbling
And restoration
The ache of beauty
And authenticity
The ache of wanting to live
A real life
Rather than the one
I've sculpted
For show

The dull throbbing
Increases with each day
With each
step
forward
that Isn't
in the direction
Of myself

The pain is a reminder
To take the first step
The one that is only mine
To take

Direction, unknown