Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The cats were stirring in the house was no mouse.
The stockings prepared, gifts wrapped with care,
Finding myself not knowing if I belong here or there.
The window is open it’s useasonably warm,
Before too long will come a great storm.
The sun has been hiding no where to be found,
As the snow melts in puddles upon the cold ground.
One little girl tucked safely in bed,
While brother rocks on mommy his sweet little head.
Love it lives here within these walls,
But something is pulling me with it’s beck and call.
I feel somewhat disjointed don’t know where I belong,
Can’t seem to feel settled what’s right and what’s wrong.
Surely God will lead me to the rest of my life,
For now I’m just filled with confusion and strife.
I’ve been roaming now for nigh on a year,
For what I am lacking I shed a tear.
A place of my own that I can call home,
To share with a soulmate or even alone.
The years I have traveled have taken their toll,
There’s so much to be shared before I’m too old.
For all those who search on pathways flight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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