You were always
striving
to find the pinnacle
the mountain
the river
the ocean
that would
make you
whole again
the elusive source
from which
you sprang

The external
the answer
in a book
in a face of another
and yet
it eluded you

Until

You turned
and took
one simple
inward step

Where the vastness
of the retreat
to your own
stillness
fed the parched
desert of your longing

© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks

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