One With It All

I am tired, my body understands this as truth.

And yet there is so much my heart wants to say.

I am desperate to speak.

Longing for home.

I will try to come again, soon.

So my words might fall onto these pages and I might find the home I’ve been missing for so long.

I need to write, as I need to breathe.

My words are one with my breath.

I am one with it all.