Nomads

Break me down
for you to shine.
Help me let go.
Melt me.
Mend me.
Teach me.
Guide me.
This whirlwind
Throws me in
Directions unalike.
I don’t know
Where
To go.
I don’t know
Where
I
Belong.
Am I a nomad,
Meant not to have stability?
Meant not to find
My other half?
I yearn for much.
I long for direction,
As I wander aimelessly.
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