Coming Home

After years of being out there
Floating around in circles
Waters seemed calm and safe
But a storm was building inside
Slowly, I let the wind blow
I let it guide my way
Falling in love with its directions
I find myself now
At ease with the storm
The wind built and blew
A woman anew, Old Me
Dancing with the myths and tales
I am transformed
I am the same
I am coming Home
A paradox

Blow wind, blow.

Published by

Maria Jacobs

Hi, I’m Maria – an authentic, down-to-earth realtor, wife to a sailor, mother to a creative daughter, two majestic cats, and an energetic Goldendoodle puppy. I am a tree lover, artist and wanna-be poet with a passion for garden gates, art, history and mindfulness. Growing my roots in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin, helping others do the same, and loving every minute of it.

3 thoughts on “Coming Home

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s