Poem: Sleeping giants

 

Poem: Into the storm

 

We climb mountains of fear

and swim rivers of grief

Inner demons we fight

Boat is our heart

mind the captain

navigating through

the forest of wisdom

The thoughts of your past

are weighting you down

Body holding memories

When it starts to burn

at the staircase of your heart

Everything will start to gain new meaning

Restless soul

trapped in your own thinking

can't follow the rhythm of the heart

feeling the distant abandonment

of the life we wished we lived

We don't carve with chisel and hammer

but with thoughts and feelings

Lets heal the wounds

that bled for generations

into the earth, which

we all call home.

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Some things have started to bug me. There has been a lot of disappointments, but I am in my haven, safe. Still it burns in my heart, my soul searching for something more....