Porcelain

I feel as if it’s grazed my soul
Almost touching what’s not there
I can feel the outline
I’m almost there, yet
Its not quite tangible.

The mist seems to slip through my fingers
And I cry.
From pain, frustration.
Why is it that I can never reach this?
Why is it that when it’s there,
Right in front of me,
It’s invisible?

I can hear the soft calling.
The voice beckons me further into the heart of the woods.
So much is out there, yet I search for one thing.

I realize that what I’ve been looking for all along,
Is nothing.
All this pain and grief that I’ve been through is for nothing.

For I am who I am.
And I need nothing to change me.