is at the edge of the world
smiling
my voice inside
is grateful for the little things I have
the smile of my kids,
the flowers
on my living room table,
the health of my family.
my voice inside
knows more than I do.
has no regrets.
Not for the 7 minutes
Not for the 7th stih
not for anything that in the last year has
enriched my being with a kind of emotion I was not aware I still hold.
it is brave enough to make me unapologetically vulnerable.
it is that kind of voice that you hear coming out of your being, when your child is hurting, or when you are near a panic attack, or at your first love desire.
The voice, the real one.
The one that never screams, the one that always tells the truth.
The truth inside a soul. The light that trembles, but it is never extinct.
it is that voice that when hurting is like the growl of a she wolf on a full moon.
it is never for the weak of heart,
as it can bring doubts and sometimes tears
and also that feeling of unquestionably desire of the heart.
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