human

A burst of old emotions

Bringing to the surface

Unexpected reactions

And solitude as a human condition

With the sensation of being

Invisible

And yet so

Fully present

confusing

discovering the root

of one’s solitude

is a passage of confusing sadness

and

a tender relief

enquring

not being given an answer

while enquiring

nourish the sensation of being

invisible

though beyond that sensation

lies an answer

in itself

admitting

being lost

is not necessarily a bad thing to be

as long as we are able to admit

and accept

this is what we are

abuse

obstructing the power

running through our words

in the belief

we understand their impact

might only be

another kind of

abuse

in the eager to consider ourselves

as good

accepting

somehow suddenly

somehow slowly

somehow softly

suffering makes sense

while the responsibility to carry it

is accepted as nothing but the glory

of transforming heaviness

into weightlessness

imperfect

once the taste of mercy

prevails

every imperfection

find forgiveness

while a whole different kind of perfection

pervades

beneath

sudden change of colours

while sadness lingers

where joy was expected to be found

only to reveal

that beneath this subtle sadness

the river of wisdom is

running deep