Just A little….

(Rough Copy)

I have travelled the world 
Yet have lived very little
I have seen its beauty and its hardships
I have seen its magick and its leadership

I have been lost
I have been found 
I have traveled the world
But today my soul feels tired
I can't find my voice
Yet my heart still believes

I wish I could be a river and flow freely
I wish I was the sky immense and magnificent
Instead my soul feels tired yet I strive to smile
I am like a cloud, just passing by

I would like to be a tree instead of a bird
Perhaps then my soul would not crave to explore
To soar high over the mountains,
Marveling at their magnificence
Fly so high, where pain can no longer touch me
It's hard to accept the hard reality...
I have travelled the world but have lived very little

I would rather be smoke instead of wood
So I may just dissipate without anyone noticing
Yet life's drum beats relentlessly within my spirit
Reminding me of ancient blood
Sacred blood which runs through these veins
Gypsy soul... strong, poetic yet afraid

I long to rest yet life has its plan
Some days tears roll, 
While others I laugh,
But isn't all that part of life?

"You are my samurai" my father would say 
"You are a rock they cannot break you" 
"You are the fire, they cannot burn you"
Yet there are days I cry so hard
Silent cries so no one hears
For my soul feels "too much" and no one cares

I have travelled the world
But have lived very little
Yet the winds now whisper "hold on, just a little..."

Sofia E. Falcone