Map to Paul’s heart

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

The strangest route of all,

Forcing me to go on

In this beautiful mess,

The road to love’s caress.

Searching for this map,

I was still trapped in a gap.

But when moving along,

The path was bringing on

The most fitting embrace,

A map that lead to grace.

And achieving Paul’s heart

Gave me the best start

To get to that point

Where is stillness and joy.


Where is my voice?

“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” Oscar Wilde

How to say it better , writers? Searching for my voice, my unique hidden writing voice is harder than I thought. It feels like chasing something in the forest, having some glances at it but not fast or trustful enough to catch it.

But, I ‘m seriously working on this.