A nuance of joy had the day gone by
and so she suffocated her daily cries.
But a joy in a day can be a mask only
it became her daily verb the word ‘lonely’.
A poet struggles while those keen on prose
to the dept of emotions are not even close.
Her search never ends it becomes only art
since she doesn’t have of the word ‘we’ all parts.
She keeps fighting watching her back
she becomes stronger, for help she doesn’t lack.
A warrior lives as other have only imagined
a warrior lives to become a legend.
Categories: life, love
Tags: alone, cry, emotion, imagine, legend, life, light, lonely, love, mask, motion, nuance, part, poet, poetry, search, warrior
Sometimes it starts with the red sunrise
sometimes we look only a way out of the crize
sometimes it begins at the very end of the day
when there is no one but us our tears to erase.
But each day, step by step while crawling
a loner strives to find her inner calling
with or without anyone around to give her hand
she does not let to break, only hardly to bend.
The new tommorow is not something we should wait
but a project depending on loners wiling to create
such leading a fight that never implies a war
such that opens the window when someone just closed the door.
While the intensity of the night shadows
Penetrates through the universal emptiness
A feeling prevails
A feeling undefinable
A feeling unnamed
A feeling crucial to survive the night.
It requires a name
It requires a story
It requires a memory to be made
In the very present moment
The moment not to end.
Only dark night
And soundless motion
Of a rotten existence…
Tags: emotion, feeling, night