The Explorer of Hearts
I’m drawn to faces, eyes that speak,
To stories layered, deep and weak.
I see the cracks, the hidden strain,
And want to ease their quiet pain.
I meet the broken with a smile,
Sit down, stay close, and talk awhile.
Each person’s life, a thread to trace—
A map unfolding, a new embrace.
There’s something magic in their fears,
In helping clear what’s blurred by tears.
I find my joy in being there,
In weaving threads of hope from air.
Yet as I roam from soul to soul,
I lose my grip on my own goal.
A restful life, with calm and ease,
Escapes me as I chase the breeze.
For every life I try to mend,
Another road begins, no end.
New faces, problems to explore,
And always, always, something more.
I want the peace of simple days,
But can’t resist life’s winding maze.
Each heart I meet is like a key,
Unlocking something new in me.
And so I drift, from here to there,
Pulled by stories, unaware
Of how my own plans fade away,
While I’m caught in others’ sway.
Too many interests fan the flame,
Each one a new and fleeting aim.
I chase them all, but none hold still,
I’m driven, yet I lack the will.
But somewhere, in this endless roam,
In every heart, I find my home.
Though comfort slips from out my reach,
It’s in these souls I truly teach.
For maybe ease is not my path,
Nor settling for comfort’s bath.
Perhaps it’s in the lives I meet,
Where I find joy, where I feel complete.
So I’ll explore, I’ll wander wide,
And through each heart, in peace reside.
Though restless winds may blow me far,
It’s people’s stories that guide my star.