A Restlessness in My Bones

There is a restlessness in my bones

I can hear it calling me home

reminding me that I am not alone

not all on my own.

As we come, once again, full circle

through my wonderings of all that I could be

wondering at everything you see in me.

There is a restlessness in my bones

I can feel it calling me home

reminding me of where I am meant to be

showing me that my place is at your feet.

As I wonder what I could be

the queen of worldly responsibilities

knowing that you believe in me

yet always I am yearning 

to rest at your feet.

And I wonder if I would forget me

in the throes of responsibility

would you let me drift into independence

forgetting what I am

losing what we are for all that we could become.

Would you release me to the ghosts in my head

leave me to the monsters under the bed

free me to die a million tiny deaths

to have a partner by your side?

Or would you, through it all, keep me tightly leashed

not by responsibility

but by reminding me

of what I was always meant to be?

There is a restlessness in my bones

like the sand of ancient stones

always it comes

calling me home

reminding me

that I am owned.