Did your
Soul and Person,
too
collide and did it
propel you in
the utmost struggle
as well
Did you
like me
see yourself out of
facets of
disrupted glasses
did you
trust
everyone more than
your
inner
self
Did you,
too
grow and grow and
grow without
your outer knowing
for such a long time
Did you
throw tantrums whenever
facing
a new
thick
layer between
the two
Did you
like me
understand
only now
how
marvellously great and
powerful
you have become
through this

Stubborn
To cover your shyness
You stick
Your neck out of the waves
Spreading
After a courageous inhale
Your sticky wings
And push yourself
Off the ground
Soaring
Lips parting
When finally
You allow yourself the smile
That was building up
All this time:
You know how to fly now

Everything til here was like a story. A story that unfolded, backwards, until now
until now
until
Now
You grabbed
The pen and started
To write it
Truly
Write it
Yourself



You look up from the screen
You know
This is it

This

Is it

The thing sitting
on my chest
immobile
staring, wide-eyed
not saying
a word
why
not a single
word

Sending a chain of
charged words
to get you out of your stupor
they aim
directly
at spots underneath your skin
vibrating all out
and up
that stuck to you
and made you slow in pace
and stagnant -

A shot of that
which makes
the water float

Such a weird mood
half inwardly
laughing half
clenching teeth for
what's
to come
ah girl
hummm the song til
it all gets
clearer ~
you little strong
bird in the storm  looking for
the word beneath

In the classroom

black and white are not really
opposites
you know
a clever child once
told me this-
they much rather
complement
each others'
blissful specialness
revealing
all the million shades
in between

Two flowers
one fuelled by
pain the other
by love
grow side by side
one day
a painful moan escapes
the crying blossom
and the other
reaches over
to spend comfort
propelling them
both
a great deal
upward
united
for a bit
of this path
before they part again
beginning
to sense
their roots being
intertwined
deep deep down
in the soil
sending little signals
tears on the petals
a code to remembering

In the midst of
a minefield no
headphones nothing
and this time
so be it
This time I'm
not doing
the mine dance

She opens her eyes wide measures out
each and every form and shape and colour
one
last
time
and then
sets fire
to the wreckage
before she
decisively turns and faces
the future

Can you deal with it now
the child grins
come
take my hand
you cute adult
let
us
flow
I see us
stepping back
in

"Galadriel: Mithrandir, why the Halfling?
Gandalf: Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I have found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage."
~ The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

❤️⚜️

My Heart aches from this
Not
Feeling
You for some time

🫀

Thank you for
Having my back
For soaking my skin
And touching my neck in a way
I'm okay with

For surfacing gently
And going back under
The water where my hands are
Clenching so hard
And for
Opening them