Stumbling into myself

I seem to struggle handshaking my soul,
when I need to return to the place I know I can reconcile,
it seems, it figures out a way to remain distant,
or maybe I’m not so appealing to myself,
I scare or repulse myself,
perhaps my self has nothing in common with my soul,
and here I am, thinking I can retreat to a cocoon whenever I like,
when the reality is both my soul and my self are troubadours,
unsettled, unhappy, homeless and trying to find a way.

But the hope of acquaintance is alluring,
until then, I’ll search for the perfect line.

W.E.

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