Poetry

Small parts of me written down as poetry.

Velvet Darkness

Everything is quiet Everything is silent, I'm fumbling in the darkness but it's impossible to see.

How did I get stuck here in the pitch black night, when I somewhere always thought that I'm descended from the light?

I'm calling, hoping, longing, but the sun is nowhere to be found. Perhaps I should try resting, accepting what's demanded from this overwhelming night. Just stop participating in this never ending fight?

So I let this coat of velvety darkness cradle me with it's heavy touch. And when I wake up tomorrow, maybe the night doesn't bother me that much?

I wake up from my slumber the night has turned into day, it's dim but it's so close, keeping the darkness away. For the first time in a long time I finally can see, colors and shapes, see what's right in front of me.

The daylight emanates from my skin, it looks like I'm the sun, becoming brighter and brighter, and so a new journey has begun.

Now I understand that the darkness was always my friend. That heavy velvety coat was helping me see that the sunshine I was searching for, had always been a part of me.

Terracotta

I want to burst, I want to hack holes in the fragile blanket of terracotta that closes around my body wherever I go but doesn't fall off.

I want to peel off the orange brittle pieces that still hold me so tight despite their weak state.

II want to burst, break free from the shards of who I was shaped into to be beautiful to others.

I want to wallow in the morning dew and feel cold drops against my skin without mud hindering the water from touching what is me, from flowing, feeding and nourishing.

I want to burst, hack myself out of the supposedly beautiful mold of me, withdraw from being seen for an ornate exterior that doesn't match a limitless interior. I am not the shards of who they wanted me to be. I am fertile soil of endless lifetimes where the most delicate fruits can take root and sprout. I am not this shell of terracotta placed at the outskirts of the garden.

I have to burst, crumble. I can't fit, I'm expanding.

And the shards of who they once thought I was, they are buried in my soil, as if they never existed anywhere else, as if they never held me back.

Chasing Rainbows

No one was there to save me

because they just didn't care.

But they were fast to blame me

for things they just couldn't bare.

I took it on, I held so strong, I made it my own fight. Cause I was chasing rainbows when the sun was out of sight.

I am of a different kind I don´t know where I will land. Tried to build so high, but how, when foundations just turn into sand?

Under heavy layers of dust I´m just not able to comprehend how I could learn how to fly high. When all I want to do is cry.

Beech Tree

I am a beech tree in a forest of pine. The others were laughing when my crown fell down. Then I reached so high for the sunlight again. So far from the ground, so high above them.