All of my life
I’ve been risking it all.
Fall after fall
I kept getting up,
running,
trying to catch the next heart.
Broken up with lies,
“we” never arriving to a destination
that had no beginning
or ending for its’ route.
Emotions roll,
we separate,
trying to be whole by
fixing the holes in our souls
and so it goes, “we”
wearing many faces
until we finally admit
that our addictions
are the vehicles
we use to chase love.
The tragedy of this reality is
we search all over,
only to find
we had it all along,
it is our home.
We travel far
looking for ourselves.
In our own hearts
are the answers,
that is where you find your love.
Once you find it,
the only way to keep it
is to give it away
by mozayik “the souls’ poet” 121712