she’s a wild one, they say
a free spirit living by her
intuition, following a sacred
path, a wanderer, she knows
there is more to life than
being normal like the rest

there is no magic,
no secret to finding
one’s bliss
listen to your heart
it will show the way

I have opened my
eyes to a thousand
mornings remembering
only bits of dreams
I think they must
belong to the night
and my heart…it knows

I never mentioned
the bits of eggshells
on my tongue…what
mattered most was
the love you baked
into the cake and
its sweetness

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online