Poetry: Wanderer


Our world is so rich with different people
Those who belong to the soil
The goodness of the earth
Planting their seeds to blossom
To build a home
Rooted into the ground

There are those who belong to the road
The endless horizons
Carrying their home by their shoulders whenever they go
Feeling at home with change

Life has turned you to a wanderer
I am destined to forever love you from afar

My home is in my heart
Yours is on your back

Nothing you leave is meant to stay
Not even your love

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Thanks for the read.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s