Searching

I've forgotten what it's like
to feel comfortable in my own skin
before the hurt
invisible wounds
I want to return home
to myself
I am always searching searching
for something to fill my heart and soul
with purpose
searching for something that sings to me
and calls me back home
to who I am
with a light step and sparkling eyes
trusting
optimistic
somewhere inside me she resides
waiting for an invitation
an opening
waiting to come out
waiting to be
not conforming to expectations
not pleasing pretending or trying
just being
feeling
living
knowing instead of questioning
unafraid
light
healed
whole
perfect imperfection
okay