Here

Here

Is a woman 

who wrestles with doubt, fitting in and being enough

Here

Is where the wispy remains 

of contrails drift through the sky above.

Here

Is the little girl inside 

who feels unrooted, afraid and alone.

Here

Are the tattered, tangled strings

of prayer flags dancing in the wind.

Here

Is her thick crab shell 

that armors her heart and soft yielding insides.

Here

Is the soft scraping 

of bird beaks cracking their humble offerings of seeds.

Here

Is where her journey 

continues on her own path and hers alone.

Here

Are the words 

that whisper from somewhere within, searching, seeking, knowing.

Here

The voice echoes 

with a truth: "this is the only moment that matters."

                                                                                                          ~Celina Wyss