I feel as if I’ve been lost for an eternity—
trying to find my way back to something whole.
But maps deceive;
they do not speak the language of the soul.

I listen for a call—the sound of my name—
not from a voice,
but from the quiet pull of your presence,
guiding me without demand.

Others offer direction, persuasion, intent—
but you simply listen,
and hold the secrets I give
as if they were the softest treasure.

It is not your voice that leads me,
but the tenderness in your hands,
the steady rhythm of your care,
love made visible in small, sacred gestures.

I never dared to dream
that I could return
to something so gentle—
a place that feels like safety,
a place that feels like home.