locked in by
fate and rain
with lonely memories
which cannot be shared
uneasiness growing
mingling with sadness
words are lost
in the waste land
of shredded feeling,
dismembered images
and disquietude of thought
something rises in confusion
it is the reshaping of past
and all in all
the question:
who am I?
am i alive
or is it
somebody else
who experiences pain?
outside the rain
thunderstorms
and spring
show you the unrest
of growth and the cycles
of life and cleansing
through which you
must move
knowing well
evolution is not linear
and metamorphosis
is not easy
in this you are
alone and language
is another wall
though i feel you
whosoever you are.
your essence is there,
and the sun will come
embracing all of you
i spread my wings
through gloom and night
my soul as arms
to give you rest
until you can move
reborn in another day,
free from fear,
with a smile in your eyes.
open your eyes
to see
and breathe first out:
you can.
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