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Just diving into it — like I am throwing myself to cold blue waters
In a desperate need to wake up!
I’m still mourning the part of me that is lost to brutal battles
Brutal, not because they were heavy
Brutal because they never should have been
Against cowardice that never should have been in my way
Brutal because they were the pains of growing up
Growing up that came at a cost of saying goodbye
Goodbye to my own poetry
Many times
I’ve burned the pages down… with my very own hands
Let unwanted souls to steal them from me
And almost letting them steal the source of where it all came from
As if I was running away from the mightiness of my own power
Made to believe that submission is the real victory
Lies
But I am victorious — now that I have won the war!
I might have lost a few pages in those battles
But there are endless more waiting to be written where they came from
My heart is like a fertile spring,
That’s why my parents named me this way
I was born to create and give life
And I vow to do so
Never will I ever hand down my most precious gift from the Gods again
Never will I ever be tricked again by my own longing to belong
To belong, even just a little
How sweet it would be…
But never
Not at the cost of handing my soul down.
Who knows, maybe I will find that sense of belonging somewhere else some day
Somewhere where all the non-belonging souls gather
Where they all finally belong
And create the sources of life together
Against all the odds
Against all the ignorance
