I came back to me
because I'm tired of looking for something I don't know,
to ask those who cannot offer
or to wait for those who are already busy enlightening themselves,
to desire a body that is not mine,
to have expectations that will never come
because in any case far from my nature,
to pretend to understand or always be tolerant and helpful
with those who don't understand my value.
I came back to me
because I can no longer devote my time, eyes and hope
in hearts that don't want to beat with mine,
to those who don't believe in magic,
to those who dedicate their time and their thoughts to complaining about what's wrong,
or to yearn for things that do not belong to him,
and to criticize everywhere.
I came back to me
as the only possible destination,
as an available road,
like that homecoming
pending for a long time.
I came back to me
I saw how much I ran against time,
the pains of my soul thirsting for truth
looking for water.
I hosted myself and I entered,
I called myself,
I hugged and caressed myself,
and I ran into myself.
He was waiting for me with a heart full of hope,
different it is true but healthy.
I saw that I was still intact and not as fragmented as I thought I was,
I found the magic in my eyes,
and I wanted to see it again and again.
I found I've always held the keys,
and it was wonderful to meet again.
From here, from where I live I choose myself,
I choose who and I choose what I want,
I die and I'm resurrected every day and I'm still alive.
I understood that this is resilience
and I find it only where I live myself.
