Poem: Simmering warmth

when did it become so hard to look at things

with innocent eyes of a child?

now you realize that growing up was more

harmful than they would dare admit to you

blaming won't bring forth

any new paths for us to walk on

trusting in blind faith that the same choices

will bring new results is utopic

where do you find your haven

when you get scared to look inside of yourself?

as if you've become just a basket

for other peoples' instructions and opinions

it only works if it matters to you

million bulbs in the eyes turn on

when we speak of something

we're passionate about

whole night sky can be captured

in those moments when

we never felt more alive

inside it simmers

as if out of nothing it gives

no matter how cold it may get

no matter how the wind may roar

there's a warmth inside spreading

like electricity through our bodies

and it usually sparks just when you've

almost already given up

the most rewarding thing about it is

that it can be shared

and then it can spread like wild fire

and feels twice as good

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Poem: Silence has its ending

the times are bleak, cold and always passing

yet sunlight comes creeping in

putting a light on the dust settled on the wings

of ideas you shaped, but never kept the fire burning

your body transformed into that one of a tin man

and now you know how it feels to bleed rust

the seeds you water will sprout

every leaf has possibilities and a purpose

even after it dies away

it merges with the soil and feeds

the new ones, preparing to bloom

every waiting, like silence, has its ending

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Poem: Determination

a discouraging thought of possibility

of adapting someone elses' mask

has you running always

away or towards

staying would mean deterioration

in a forest covered with snow

feet stride with determination

your blood is your own

names we cling to

as a definition of ourselves

as if they can explain the value

of our existence

Poem: Speak in silence

buried in uncertainty

times of loss have made us question

when and if ever this road will flow more surely

as if a stream without water

as if veins without blood

this too will pass

a test 

                of how good a driver you are 

                in picking up pieces of your life

you're supposed to live through

decisions are hard to make

only when they matter

when shadows rise above our heads

we all change our faces

our bruises and wounds

are the colours that shine

through our smiles