Hotel bed...

Running round

and round

The circles of life

Those cycles

they say we need

To know difference

To feel the shifting insides

of Growth

Hotel beds.

Couches.

Home-

-Away from home.

Many hands to support me.

No longer you.

You may tire of me,

And I'm not who I used to be.

But where will I find home?

Journeys take us far

But I find near

Inside this heart

The story never ends.

Only I can find peace.

Not even you can give it to me.

This should feel lonely-

And yet, I breathe to know that I leave it up to me

Because we are all in a cricle

Lonely does not exit if I remember I am worthy

I can break from the concrete

I can fly

In City skies or Winter limbs