My heart needs rest,
my mind wants action.
My skin needs touch,
my soul wants air.
My curiosity needs different,
my comfort wants same.
My dreams need big,
my fears want small.
My love needs change,
my loss wants safe.
I’m stuck like this, all of
my days, in the hot coal
of human paradox,
hanging somewhere
between the illness &
the cure, between the
dust of yesterday & new
scents of tomorrow,
unfinished like all books,
writing new chapters of
myself with every bit
of ink around me.
Nobody told me that
the messy Now &
terrible Unknown could
dare to be so beautiful.
– Andrea Balt