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Janina Jul 27
Take me, darkness, for I am a sinner.
Take me, darkness, for I have lost my prayers.

The maze my ancestors left behind—
I don’t know how to escape.
We were promised paradise,
yet I wander among the exiled.

Oh darkness,
I don’t know how to live well
in this crumbling world of yours.
And I fear what my daughter will inherit
from what we once called Mother Earth.

Hold me—my sister, my friend, my lover—
for I am so tired of fighting.
There’s nowhere else to go,
and nothing left to do
but grieve.

Be with me, darkness,
so I can learn
to be/breathe again.
Janina Jul 27
Cry, Cry, Cry.
Cry me a home where I can
Dream, land, and fly.

Build me a house
On pain and sorrow
So I can dance
On the roof.

Give me a garden,
Where my blood can
Rinse the earth
From debt.

Cry, Cry, Cry.
Cry me a home
Where I can learn to sing
The earth’s song again.
Janina Jul 27
Tell, where do I go
when all that is precious
dissolves into dust
when I grasp for it.

Where do I start
when life evades my reach,
denies me the dance,
rejects my voice.

What am I, when not in a
holy bond with life?
Do I cease to exist?

And yet, I breathe.
Holy, moldy, wet, autumn air.
Dare me, life
go down like this.

— The End —