Is a woman
who wrestles with doubt, fitting in and being enough
Is where the wispy remains
of contrails drift through the sky above.
Is the little girl inside
who feels unrooted, afraid and alone.
Are the tattered, tangled strings
of prayer flags dancing in the wind.
Is her thick crab shell
that armors her heart and soft yielding insides.
Is the soft scraping
of bird beaks cracking their humble offerings of seeds.
Is where her journey
continues on her own path and hers alone.
Are the words
that whisper from somewhere within, searching, seeking, knowing.
The voice echoes
with a truth: "this is the only moment that matters."