There is a quiet ache in your soul
a pulse between worlds
a sense of being here yet not from here
you drift through shadows and light
feeling the currents beneath the surface
sensing everything
while your own place trembles like mist
belonging is a question you carry
as a secret
sometimes sought in love
sometimes in leaving before the world can claim you
and you learn
not belonging is a sacred path
it is the courage to name yourself
to see from the edges
to love without dissolving
to weave a home from your own silence
perhaps you were never meant to fit
perhaps you were meant
to bend the air
to shimmer between forms
to shape the space simply by being
belonging was never a place
it was a light
you were always becoming
it was the way back home to love
°Woodlights Woudlicht
