I Yearn


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I yearn for something I cannot name
I sometimes see it out of the corner of my eye
Or dancing in the fire’s flame
An ethereal understanding
Or a test or ritual that if I pass through
I’ll never be the same

I want to grow
To reach beyond these windows
The safety of this room so I may know
Where all the wild things go
But I am meek and mild not wild
It is not my terrain, my home
Not a place that I may own
And yet I yearn all the same
For this thing without a space or name

I feel the call outside of me
That might be hope, that might be free
From all the day to day necessities
The things they tell me I must do
To conform, confirm that I am true
To something so alien to my nature I
Wish only to escape, to fly
To touch the flame
Of the thing without a form or name
I yearn

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to I Yearn

  1. You have pinpointed a feeling that I think we all share. No use trying to describe it. It is just there. Excellent, Helen.

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