They call it
loneliness,
but I think
it’s just
a longing for
home
wrapped up
in a different word.

They call the ocean
untamable,
but I think
there is no force
more unstoppable
than the human heart.

They call them
tears,
saltwater…
But I think
only a soul
could bleed
so crystal clear.

They call it
a hug,
but I think
it’s in those
quiet embraces
that a heart
unwraps
its truth.

They call it
love,
but it’s more
than a sunset…
It’s a risk.
A pain
that is unafraid.

They call it
dying,
but it’s just
planting a seed
into new earth.

They call it
tomorrow,
but it’s just a
fresh
rain-washed
reborn
today.

They call it
home…
Yet
one can pace
the whole world
and only find it
in a single
heart.