Where my heart wanders

soft, soulful, and open-ended

“Where My Heart Wanders”

In the quiet hours where the world grows thin,
I let my thoughts drift where they’ve always been—
in the corners of longing, in the shadows of hope,
where dreams stretch wide like an endless rope.

I walk through memories like open doors,
some I close gently, some I leave on the floor.
But always, there’s a fire that refuses to dim,
a whisper that rises softly within.

It tells me to hold on, even when I break,
to gather the pieces no one else can take.
To breathe in the darkness, to rise through the ache,
to trust that light finds the hearts that shake.

So I carry my spirit—worn, but alive—
with the kind of strength you don’t learn, you survive.
And somewhere ahead, where the wild stars roam,
my heart keeps wandering its way back home.