Poem: Persevere

 

   in the garden where the wildflowers grow

I heard a wolf howling, deep into the night

sadness all his own; it made me think of you.

so close but living distant lives,

what force still binds us together?

I plunge into the eye of the storm

soul restless, searching for harbor

  please, just persevere.

I blow into the dandelion puff

they dance into the air,

so weightless and free

in this darkness, things

that truly matter - shine.

   just watch, with curious eyes,

everything falls in its place.

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It's been a hard week. I feel so lost and caught, not seeing a way out. 

Poem: Lost at sea

 

we're gazing at each other over the sea

looking at the rippled reflection we leave behind

draw me a map of your wounds and bruises

let's kiss each others scars

the life we live

is the shadow we leave behind

all the yesterdays,

all the tomorrows

are rooted inside you,

into your experience of I

we tell our stories in our own voice

our heartbeat is written into the soil

our hands touch

and our reflections merge into one

I dive into the water, homesick,

I will wait for you there.

Poem: Let it.

 

But what if it burns?

Let it.

Let it burn the shell

 in which you are wrapped,

Let it burn through the chamber of your heart,

Let it tear down the walls, 

which hide you inside,

Let it clench your soul at the center,

Let it show you the darkness

 that has consumed you,

Let it burn away your old dreams,

Let it smoke out the shadows

 behind which you've been hidden,

Let it all take place,

And return into the new dawn,

You are stronger than you think.

Poem: For you

 

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....