I have walked
upon the lava of volcanoes
reckless, not caring
if I burned my feet,
I have sunk deep into quicksand
struggling
so that it wouldn’t swallow me up.
I have climbed the steep sides of icebergs,
holding my breath
I have strained to reach the depths of the sea
and from the top of a mountain
I have flung myself, wingless,
but a drop of rain is enough
to make me drown.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
I have walked
upon the lava of volcanoes
reckless, not caring
if I burned my feet,
I have sunk deep into quicksand
struggling
so that it wouldn’t swallow me up.
I have climbed the steep sides of icebergs,
holding my breath
I have strained to reach the depths of the sea
and from the top of a mountain
I have flung myself, wingless,
but a drop of rain is enough
to make me drown.
10. 5. '16
from the collection “Menu of love”
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