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

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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
discovering the root
of one’s solitude
is a passage of confusing sadness
and
a tender relief
not being given an answer
while enquiring
nourish the sensation of being
invisible
though beyond that sensation
lies an answer
in itself
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
undergoing pressure
might bring to the surface
unexpected facets
of the soul
faithfully leaning
towards peace
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
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
once the taste of mercy
prevails
every imperfection
find forgiveness
while a whole different kind of perfection
pervades
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