Unanchored Spirit
Sometimes I feel the urge to flee,
Not knowing how, or where — just free.
Don't think me sad or cast in gloom,
I'm quite the happy soul, assume.
Yet happiness is not my sole desire,
I'm grateful, yet my heart aspires.

This place where my body does reside
Feels not like home to the soul inside.
A constant tug of war within,
While flesh remains, my soul does spin.
A wanderer, it yearns to roam,
To learn, to see, far from home.

My soul, oh stubborn, rigid, free,
Listens to none, not even me.
While anchored here my body stays,
My spirit dreams of unseen ways.
It's this duality I bear,
My body here, soul everywhere.

© Sarah✨️