C'est la vie

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