Glass country (dedicated to my forgotten self)
When I walked through the gates of my New Life leaving the
broken soul outside, I was afraid to look at my face and ask: ‘What’s waiting
for me here?’ Where have my honoured dreams gone? Dreams that were supposed to
be called my future. And why am I laughing at the matt shadows of this sweet
pain?
As the fake fire-costume wore off of my shackled soul my
mind became the landlord of the immature heart. My shining blindness was
replaced by the inner-eye but it arrived too late to see the bleeding wounds
inside.
But I’m not going to let my translucent country to be
occupied again and I will be standing on top of my glass castle as a winner.
This war is ending now without chains and with laughter because I know there is
no turning back.
July 2005
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The winner
He was staring at his long gone past with a questioning look
and took off his ancient clothes. And nothing else arrived. The dance
has now finished, this is it so take off your shoes and go! Your camouflage
heart is breaking but be happy and celebrate as you are the hero: you conquered
yourself.
July 2005
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