Empty handed

When things are leaving your life,
they leave all at once.
No matter how long or hard you've been working
to get them and keep them working,
you can't make them stay.

Like your first car,
like your first flat,
like the love that was meant to be forever.
All it takes is a little spark,
causing a private tragedy.
And you are left empty handed.

Makes me think it's better
not to work for anything at all.

But just let it go
let your life flow.
Go with the wind,
when it blows and calls
you to some place
where you can breathe.

To someplace they won't mind
you empty handed.
Where only the heart matters,
and it sings with joy
and pulls your body to dance.
Then you might find yourself home.
Yourself finally unleashed,
from the layers of dirt and responsibility.

©JustJess2020

Just a little poem I wrote about my life after corona crisis.
I might use it as song lyrics one day as well…. Will see what happens. 😀
Don’t be depressed and stay safe!