You can find me alone
Seated, nose deep in a novel
Wandering cobble streets, child eyes
Isn’t it romantic to be at peace
I take Fitzgerald’s words to heart
Venturing out to see things that startle me
I learn words in a foreign tongue
Embrace my chosen lifestyle
An independent, quiet one
Roam the streets of Paris, cross as they do
Fall in love with the cafes, slow down
There’s no hurry, only relishing the moment
I want to understand every conversation
Instead, I watch and observe
Like a once blind woman gaining sight
For the first time - trembling with gratitude
I could dance in the streets with pure joy
Savoring every mouthful, at a standstill
I lie on the grass, book in hand, shivering
Push myself uphill and enjoy the view
Nothing is too much, time is abundant
Lingering by the wall of love
I’m full and grateful for life
No feeling of missing out, so glad
Happiness is laughing in the company of friends
Staying up to ungodly hours sometimes, talking
Believing in the infinite possibilities of life
Savoring delicious food and copious cups of coffee
It’s surprising yourself with adaptable and gritty qualities
It’s a knowing that with time, healing is possible