On my way.....

I am good at hiding me from myself and settle, Ignorant of what my needs and dreams may be. How would it be to go downstream, flowing unanimously with how I am feeling. I am scared of what may be there, waiting. Where does the river end? Holding my breath, I stroll on the sidewalk barefoot feeling the ground under my feet, just looking at the river. It’s running too fast.

I sense it.

Somewhere out there, I sense its present. I don’t want to sense, no more. Leave me alone and take it all away. I put it behind me, like a shadow it will catch me again. Do I need to keep out of the sun? Will my shadows get smaller if I face it. Will you step into the shadows with me, or is my shadows just not a place you would want to be.

My secrets

I don’t feel like sharing my secrets and still I have the need to tell someone. Who would I be if they were all gone, my secrets. How can I choose and whom can I trust in my ordeal of liberation. Still inside of me, yearning for empathy and understanding, are my words forever unspoken. I’ll give them to you if I dare, if I believe you can handle my desperation.

In the shadow

I feel a need to stand in the shadow looking at the sun. I am in pain, I know how to relief it and still I choose not to. What if the sun hit my skin and I could feel warm again, would I like it? I’ll stay in the shadow for a while longer. If you ever see me there, in the sun, enjoying, relaxing, remind me, this is not how it used to be. You have changed.

Lost in the crowd

When I keep my mind open, words and moments may turn everything around and my truth has a new beginning. How it used to be, gets untuchable and only in my memory. I strongly believe that those moments mostly gets lost. I want to go searching for those moments and for those words and embrace what comes my way.

No words needed