Before the last call of breath

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The end
They told her
Nothing else to be done
The heart is slowly losing the battle
Nastiness can’t compete with death

Day one
A shock
Day two
Reality in motion
Day three
Time to get ready

In a way
A relief
But yet so much left undone
So many words that seal the deal
Of a love that never really existed

Two lives
Too many lies
Two stories
No boundaries

The end
For a new beginning
Without any chance
For forgiveness
A page about to be turned
In darkness always

Day after day
Not knowing when
Trying to get ready to face
The last call of breath

In a way
Peace
Brought by death
Motherhood grace
Never to be conquered

The end
They told her
She’ll not make it to next year
Maybe it’s a chance
After all the mess

Thoughts on…

We may think we are free. Till we realize we are enchained. By limited thoughts and the choices made.

We are the ones who can change the deal. Every single moment. But are we ready for it? Ready to face the unknown and maybe the disillusion in the eyes of the ones we love?

Is there love when we are trying to make everything fit in a life that can’t hold it? When we are hiding ourselves behind the veil of doubt?

What are we ready to lose? What are we ready to give in?

Where is the truth between the thin line of two lives we are knitting together so we don’t have to choose, only to hope it would last ?

Is love enough to hold us tight?

Strange Time – Special Time

This is a strange time. I was not prepared to it. To be true at first I was afraid  at the thought of staying home alone with my son. You may know, cause you are reading me for some time now, that motherhood is not that intuitive to me. It’s a challenging experience, a process, a road I took seven years ago not knowing at all what it was about.

This is a strange time, full of emotions going everywhere, taking all the place. There is joy and fear, love and doubts, wonderful suprises, chaotic moments, cries, laughs, so many ups, so many downs too.

It’s not really about being at home, nor about being separated from others, it’s really about finding our peace, our truth inside, it’s about listening to our inner voice, knowing what make sense, to us, it’s about learning who we are, expressing our needs. It’s an introspection, a time out of time, time to grow –  we grow when we struggle! It’s part of the deal too!

And you, how are you living it? Is it tough? Or quite easy? How would you define it? 

Womb awakening

We are part of the same network
Blood linking us together
Your pain is not mine
And yet…
It’s written in my DNA

We’re familly
This special bond
Many pains brought together
And never we thought
It could be different

It’s time
To walk alone
No guilt in letting go
Of a story untold

No guilt in leaving
Someone ought to break
The invisible link
Of hardships

We can’t carry on
Letting the past decide
Of our future

It’s time
For each one of us
To make the choice
Of better tomorrows

May we bring forgivness
Inside
Whathever we may feel
Whathever our scars

We are the only ones
With the power
To heal each other’s wounds

By choosing ourselves
Our own growth
Our own pace

The freedom to be
Our own savior
Our best mate

Finding outside the lineage
Our own truth
Our voice
Hidden behind the veil of distress

Your story

@MK

Rewriting the story

Of an unknown love
As sacred as gold

Together since…
And yet I thougt
I could give you away

Precious gift
So tiny
Inside my belly

My steps
Frozen
My heart
Broken

A story
Of guilt
And love

Rewriting the story

So you can understand
Where you come from

Mister Pop!

Your smile
Like millions of stars brushing the sky
Our special bond
Between silver, teal and gold

Days without
With pain and anger

And days spent looking at the light blue sky
Talking to angels
Reading stories that never end

Rejoicing in saying “thank you”
Even for the unknown

Only one truth
Your birth and mine
Same heartbeat
Inside

Towards Self-Realization

Trying to fit in boxes
So it could save her

Matching standards
Didn’t do the trick

Finding the way back
To something inside
Silenced for too long

And letting go of Guilt
Dark stone on the path to self-realization

Writing Prompt #7

We may walk many roads together
Not knowing where they will take us
Finding rocks on the way
Or roses with thorns
Climbing mountains with no other luggage
But faith
We may find it tough at times
And maybe we will wish to give up

But let me tell you something, love
After darkness, comes light
After the night, a new dawn will emerge
It’s nature cycles of life
Showing us that we shall not fall into despair
But always be brave enough to walk on

Every morning is a new start
Hand in hand we can conquer the world
We can’t be defeated if we believe
We can only find in the strengh of our love
The courage to face every strong wind

And when not knowing where we’re heading too
Just stop and contemplate the beauty
Celebrate our victories
Asking the stars to bless our dreams
And know that together we are free.

This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

Happy 2020!

We got one month, but let’s do it now!

First of all, thank you for your support and your words. Reading you feels so good in happy times and harsh ones too. We all know these fleeting moments of pure joy or complete despair. Knowing that we are never alone is such a special treat. Together we are stronger, always.

Time to wish you a beautiful, bright, joyful year 2020. I don’t know why but I love this number, all round and sweet. It gives me the sensation that the year is going to be positive and full of awesomness.

May 2020 keeps you and your loved ones in good health so you can enjoy every single moment. May it gives you projects to bring to life, dreams to dwell on, words to live by.

May it be a year of sharing good times and meeting new people, of travels and discoveries, of time doing the things you love, of finding your balance, your peace, of getting closer to who you are, of letting go when you can, of loving yourself – pure and unconditionnal love.

I wish you the best and even more!

Embracing our differences

@ Marie Kléber

Your truth will never be mine

My truth will never be yours

We can spend our lives

Wishing for the other one

To understand where we come from

Where we wish to go

But we will never get it right

We are too different

To be on the same level of light

It’s not good not bad

It’s just the way we are

Embracing it

Might be the key to

Freedom and peace