Author: nanna

an undeniable longing to sleep

no longer

as a way to escape

an overwhelming situation

but purely to restore the body

rest the mind

and let the soul

breath

the heat is changing the ambience

reducing patience

while old sadness surface

like bobbles in a glass of champagne

no one invited them

no one asked them their opinion

and yet

they silently explode

into tears

years and years of criticism

is corroding

even the most loving heart

feeling insecure

for no apparent reason

can be triggering for the mind

feeling insecure

for no apparent reason

and welcoming the feeling

without trying to trace it

can be liberating for the mind

feeling insecure

for no apparent reason

can be a passage

and chasing the feeling away

only acquire

the lack of a bright opportunity

how many promises

can be enclosed

in one tender word

certainly closing one door

but opening multitudes of others

letting in light

in all its aspects

when only we do not focus

on the loss

for loss there is

never to be underestimated

but not to be magnified

either

reaching beyond

our emotional background

can be a groundbreaking breakthrough

yet reaching beyond is happening

through the acceptance

of every single part of

our emotional background

not as a burden

nor as a punishment

even less an injustice

but as an invitation

to reach beyond

finding the right words

is an art

words which are opening

instead of closing

words which are healing

instead of hurting

words which are reaching beyond

instead of dragging below

words of love

instead of words of judgement

finding the right words

is an art

awakening with the light

is indeed a simple pleasure

but not less profound

all the same

surprised to observe how discouragement

found its way in through the backdoor

how suddenly

this sensation

of being under water

surface

as out of the blue

while summer is knocking on the door

and everything is supposed to be

good

perhaps some sort of crystallised emotion

has been liberated somewhere in the body

perhaps the mind just need time adapting

to the mild breeze

of softness

when time is no longer running

but opening op in front

something has found a balance

when memory is no longer a minefield

but a treasure hunt

something has found its balance

when something has found its balance

joy begin to emerge

breathing in freedom

after having spent

a whole long life with anxiety

hanging above the head

is nothing less

than miraculous