Don’t change!

Some days I want to forget you
And listen to my own voice.
The mind wandering, the distractions
Are there of course
But when my voice would surface from the background
It would be authentic, real
Just the way I am.
I wouldn’t feel the pressure of changing me,
Nor my voice would change. For you.



How she takes care of the heart
When it’s bruised so many times
With rotten eggs, or bullets like pain
The twist and turn of head
The shaking of legs
Breathing now, or not breathing
Swelling eyes with no tears there
Only the soul – the mighty one
That could hold it all
In this heart.


This growth

I came to this end, or not an end yet
If you would ask me that sort of question
A lot of time I would want an end
But next moment
I look for more
More of what I feel, how I feel in the moment
Slowly, I start to feel real
The emerging authentic self of me refuses to settle for anything mundane.

I want to shoot for the stars, the crown, and more.