I’ve never been one to sit still…

I’ve never been one to move slowly

With every passing moment

 My heart longs to be somewhere new

Often I try to stay.

I try to stay put.

For the sake of love.

For the sake of hope.

For the sake of stability.

But my wandering heart listens

And reaches out to the calling horizons

Like magnets,

Beyond my control;

My heart whispers

I must go.

I think the problem is…

Not that I don’t belong

But that I don’t belong for long

So I must move

To where, I’m not certain

But till my feet catch up

My mind will travel

And my soul will wander.

by Hadassah Arinze: Instagram: _royuhlty

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