i have never actually broken a bone.
the white in my eyes is accompanied by a hint of blue.
the scars on my skin have tiny freckles in them
and when i close my fist you can almost see through the back of my hand.
on a warm summer day i jumped into the pool and my shoulder jumped out of where she was supposed to be.
the next day my arm sparked a tattoo of a whole galaxy.
i could always touch my hands to the ground when standing.
my knees lock to keep me up but i have to make sure i am not going to faint because of that.
yoga figures come naturally to me and sitting on a chair doesn't.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
it starts with tears
in front of the whole class
and suddenly being able
to recall the anger you felt
everytime you weren't the one
in control
it continues with what you already know
with what you learned in all those years
all those therapy sessions
how to conquer fear
to conquer fear
you have to go through it
you have to accept
that what you're thinking
is not what's happening
is not becoming reality
so you lock your car just once
nothing bad is going to happen
the next day
you crash your car
you get hurt
you're not the one in control
life will find the most ridiculous ways
to make you question your choices
in winter
you collapse
you know this
you've been here before
this place feels oddly familiar
you know your way around
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
I don't want to be seen,
yet I wish for someone
to finally really see me.
I don't want to be heard,
yet I wish for someone
to finally listen to me.
I don't want to feel,
yet I wish for someone
or something
to finally make me feel.
I don't want to exist,
yet I wish for someone
or something
to finally make me want to.
Maybe I have to be that someone.
Or something.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
I remember sitting in the garden of my therapists office, trying to feel the sun on my skin.
She asks me if I can feel the warmth and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to find it.
It took me 14 years to say those few words that changed everything.
When my lips formed the whispered sentences, my shaking body suddenly felt so very different, even though the same things I was talking about happened to the same body.
When you start telling the truth, even if you can't build up the courage to speak all of it, a few words are enough, it becomes reality.
It's been real all this time, but now that it's entered someone elses mind, you can't take it back.
And maybe that's what it takes. To start your healing.
Speak your truth, even if your voice is shaking.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 8:27 PM UTC
I.
my lips
sewed together
with perfectly stitched thread
through thin needle holes
the wounds
still wounds
not healed
over the years
the daily torture
of wanting to speak
but not being able
to tell
II.
my hands
shaking
excessively clinging
to the thin rubber band
my voice
trembling
as i try to unwrap
one syllable after another
the aching in the throat
as i try to describe
in as little detail
the things i went through
III.
as soon
as the words
left my mouth
almost as silent
as a short breath
i leave
the room
you sitting there
trying to grasp
what i had just coughed up
and disappeard
directly after
realizing i actually did
IV.
i am nowhere
and everywhere
at once
i am there again
you try to unwrap
the tangled words
the things unsaid
the thoughts not spoken
i slip out of reality
and suddenly
i hear you say
loud and clearly
"It was not your fault. It never was and it never will be."
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 2:39 PM UTC
I don't want to be seen,
yet I wish for someone
to finally really see me.
I don't want to be heard,
yet I wish for someone
to finally listen to me.
I don't want to feel,
yet I wish for someone
or something
to finally make me feel.
I don't want to exist,
yet I wish for someone
or something
to finally make me want to.
Maybe I have to be that someone.
Or something.
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
I have control over this
I tell myself as I open the same drawer eight times in a row and reorganize it in the same way over and over
I will be on time
I think locking the door only to unlock it the next second to check if I put everything in the right place before leaving
I am going to get a full night's sleep today
I assure myself whilst rushing through the flat with already another seven tasks in mind that need to be completed before going to bed
I do not need to be worried
I answer myself regarding my reoccurring thoughts of thread and fear of losing control
I've got this
I whisper collapsing on the floor after excessively cleaning the apartment at three in the morning
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC
She told her
about the way her words
make her actions way more reasonable.
About the feeling
she gets when leaving the room
but taking the words with her.
About the thoughts
spinning and spinning
but never stopping.
She wanted to tell her
about the importance
of her words.
About the meaning
her actions have
and will always have.
About the cold
that gets a bit warmer
every time she looks at her.
About the courage
and faith
that she restores in her.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
i'm seeing a psychoanalytic therapist
they want to analyze me
because my so called life has turned into the scariest
and somehow in a country of freedom i can't be free
they want to analyze me like a mathematician
analyzes the graph of an unknown function
psychiatric ward it says in the papers for my admission
i'm not crazy somebody please give me a definition
how do you think you can analyze a human
you can't look inside my mind
where all my thoughts are blooming
creating my emotions, feelings or something of an other kind
why do all my actions need a reason
how do you know i didn't write that poem
just to show them how i see the world
it doesn't necessarily mean i'm broken
just because you do not understand
doesn't mean I suffer from some unknown disease
why analyze a masterpiece
cause that's what every single human is
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Words stuck in my lungs for months
Suddenly became butterflies escaping my mouth
And I didn't have to be afraid
Because you made sure to save them inside of your head
Every single one of them
You encouraged me to cut the flowers
Growing in my lungs, preventing me from breathing
Like weeds I unplucked them
And you made sure to save them
You dried them between the pages of your book
Took once or twice a look
But never ever dared to throw them away
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC