Coming Back to Myself - A poem about disconnection and the journey back to self.

I wandered far, a traveler untamed,

Lost in the noise, unanchored, unnamed.

A life of heights, yet roots undone,

Chasing horizons, eclipsing the sun.

Above the earth, in towers I stayed,

Hands untouched by the soil they betrayed.

Food from boxes, not from the land,

The rhythm of life slipped through my hand.

My body whispered, but I didn’t hear,

Drowned by distractions, dulled by fear.

A mind unquiet, a heart off track,

An ache for something to bring me back.

Then came the earth, soft and wild,

Calling me home, her long-lost child.

Her breath in the wind, her pulse in the ground,

A song of belonging, a sacred sound.

I sank to my knees, fingers in clay,

Felt the life that I’d pushed away.

The soil embraced me, the roots entwined,

A quieting echo within my mind.

I moved my body, I let it flow,

The dance of release, a steady glow.

Energy shifted, stagnant no more,

I found the key to my inner door.

The stillness taught me, the breath set me free,

In the silence, I began to see.

That I am the earth, the sky, the sea,

Whole and connected—eternally me.

Now I walk with my feet on the ground,

Each step a prayer, each moment profound.

I’ve returned to my body, my heart, my soul,

Piecing together a life made whole.

The journey was long, but now I see,

Coming back to myself was the truest journey.