Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace.
They're shadows that may come and go,
But never allow them to diminish your glow.
It's fine not always to be on the peak,
Cool and collected, a demeanor unique.
Value the journey, not just the goal,
Secure your insecurities, make them your soul.
......
Close aweary eyes, let down your hair,
Allow your gory arms to rest,
Give free rein to genuine despair,
Open up your damaged chest.
Show me weakness, insecurity, regret.
It's not a sin to have help by your side.
Let my shoulder take your tired head.
It's alright.
- - - - -
Forworn hero, fed up with action,
......
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
......
Torn between two thoughts,
I stand still
while the world moves.
Each idea pulls
like wind
from opposite ends,
and I
am the thread
fraying quietly in the middle.
My lever keeps getting lower
Pushing it down
Day by day
I’d say I could try and get over
Pushing myself
Out of the way
I think I’m just scared
So I start staying busy
......
Torn between two thoughts,
I stand still
while the world moves.
Each idea pulls
like wind
from opposite ends,
and I
am the thread
fraying quietly in the middle.
The child within me
does not ask for much-
a patch of sunlight,
a question answered with honesty,
a hand held without reason.
She laughs at shadows
and speaks to birds,
not to be clever,
but because they listen.
......
Ze klopt niet luid aan,
komt binnen als een schaduw in de ochtend.
Zegt niets,
maar laat alles wankelen.
Onzekerheid vraagt niet om aandacht,
ze buigt haar hoofd
en blijft aan je zijde hangen
als een adem die je niet kunt vangen.
......
Wazig zicht.
De wereld vervaagt,
lijnen smelten samen,
kleuren vloeien door elkaar.
Ik knipper,
maar helderheid blijft uit.
Een waas die blijft hangen,
tussen mij en wat was.
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
......