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Dec 2023
Living in a body so wrong
The mirror does not show the soul
Yet, it is your soul that makes you whole
Living in a body so wrong
I know I don’t belong
The mirror shows another,
a pretty one, mimicking my moves
I move her hands,
she moves my toes.
And that is how anything goes.
The mirror is not me, you see
Rain is not the sea.
I am a stranger in this body I own
How will I make it a home?
The world is beautiful
And it is strange
There are small, thin, green leaves we call grass
A simple thing, really
And crazy too
Yet, so beautiful in certain light
The way it smells,
Or the little pearls of water
that stay after rain
So simple, so strange
Yet, so beautiful.
You see,
Beauty is in the details
Beauty is found when you observe
and really look
And often, beauty is not something you can see
It’s something you have to feel.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Sensory Overload
Noises crowding my mind
drowning out my thoughts.
Beeps, buzzing, butterfly wings
Noises and drum rolls
Pens clicking, paper being turned.
Chairs screeching, soft coughing.
Where are my thoughts again?
I need to concentrate,
I need to go on.
Pens clicking, paper scraping,
soft coughing, blood boiling.
A test, a test
what is one plus one?
Fingers ticking on the table,
soft footsteps and people walking by.
One plus one?
Pencils and erasers,
soft voices outside.
People walking by the windows.
One plus one?
Birds chirping.
One plus one?
Papers turning.
What is the answer?
I can’t think.
Pens tapping, eagles screeching,
chairs moving, people talking,
footsteps walking, phones buzzing.
What is one plus one?
School bells ringing. Twice.
And then I realise.
Yellow World
It seems so long ago
When the world was full of yellow
Yellow walls
And yellow stairs
But don’t let the colour fool you.
The place was a prison
trapping my mind
trapping my soul.
Don’t let the colour fool you
It was hurting my soul
Every day another fight
Every day another battle to be won
Every day, oh, every day felt so long
And I wished for something else
I no longer wanted battles
I no longer wanted
yellow stairs
yellow walls
prison doors made out of glass
The clock was ticking
and I admired its freedom
yet it was trapped like me
I had nowhere to go,
I was trapped forever.
My mind became a prison too,
my heart was locked away.
And there I was,
Between yellow walls,
Yellow stairs
and a yellow roof.
And there I was,
So blue
And there was I
Tired of all things yellow
wishing for something new
Wild White Wolf
Go the way of the wild white wolf,
deep into the forest,
until you reach a cliff
Howl at the moon, as the wild white wolf
Who knows, the moon is there to guide you.
As they howl, they let it know
‘I am here to follow your way’
Go the way of the wild white wolf,
off to the moon you go