Men & Women friendship

He was my friend
Before I submit myself to a will
I couldn’t understand

Cultural ideas
Men and women don’t mix
They ought to go separate ways

To your husband
You must obey
His will become yours
Or you go ashtray

So he was my friend
And one day
I felt scared to even write
Him an email

I remained silent
No words to explain
A choice I wouldn’t
Challenge again

Being his friend
Was a crime
Cultural ideas
Made it bad

Talking in the street with someone
Showing the way
Or even smile
Forget to even be nice

Men and women don’t mix
Or you’ll have to suffer my wrath

Your husband
You don’t betray
Or you’re a slut
To my dismay

He was my friend
Then he was gone
I could only feel guilty
For not standing my grounds

We were only friends
No threat to his life
I let childhood sleep
Behind the car glass

Men and women don’t mix
Cultural beliefs
If you trigger the deal
Don’t cry
You deserve it

Your husband
Has every right

You broke the promise
Men and women don’t mix
Don’t even tell me otherwise

Or I will make you pay
The price

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Perfect picture

Copyright Marie Kléber

Blue sky
I can catch it
Between the green
Of the trees

Perfect sight…

Focus

Copyright Marie Kléber

I believe in something greater
That the sum of our daily
Messy, crazy thoughts

Sometime  I feel trapped
In something I don’t own
A memory
Or the feeling that something
Is not right

People come and go
They imagine
Me
They don’t read between the lines
But outside the paradoxe of their own lives

I try to hide
But it’s too late
I made the first step
And then it’s hard to come back
To where I stand
Before the crack of dawn

I believe in something greater
But I am not ready for the ride
No vision of what’s ahead
Makes me shiver with fright

I need to stay focus
My two feet on the ground
For sending the wrong message
My apologies

New home

Copyright Marie Kléber

Memories are fading
As I am wandering the streets
Of the new place we will live in

Many discoveries to be made
Experiences to be shared
A fresh start
Free of sacrifices

I let the old where it belongs
Embracing the new
The promises of dawn
Displaying its wonderful colors
On sight

 

It’s not love

They say “it’s love”
But it’s not

Love is not
About making people
Feel like they count for nothing

Love is not
About making people
Feel guilty all the time

Love is not
About making people
Think they are monsters in disguise

Love is not
About causing people pain

Love is not
About making people
Suffer and cry

Some mums don’t love
They manage
They manipulate
They kill slowly
The ones they ought to love the most

They say
“You’re my child but I can’t stand you”

So stop thinking “it’s love”
It’s not
It’s possession
It’s having someone
They can destroy at will
Slowly…
Without people noticing it

Cause they’re mums
And mums don’t hate
They love

Over anger

Copyright Marie Kléber

She thinks she’s right
Getting, at least, to the bottom of it

But then realizing that she is missing something
There’s no confort in knowing others are suffering

She’d better off to find inside
What her true feelings are

In between, they will meet
Just two lives connecting
Over anger
Towards peace

A lifetime

Crédit Marie Kléber

Her voice is slowing down
As another one is taking over
Time has come to look behind

Something is wandering around
Filling her space
With shots of memories

Hidden secrets
She will take with her
Forgotten dreams

She’s tiptoeing past the days
And the trees
The house by the sea
The smiles of old friends
All the things she will miss
And the regrets

She was born
She will die
In between, a lifetime

Dust slipping away
On a dark night…

Step by step

Copyright Marie Kléber

(It was like this before
I would stay behind
I would not ask
I would keep my voice down
I would say “I understand”
And not getting anything of what was said

Just so I won’t feel vulnerable

It was like this before
People laughing
Kids playing
Teachers pointing at me
Bad marks
Unhappy feelings

It was like this before
Fitting in
Staying unseen
Playing it by the rules
Ackowledging mistakes I didn’t make

Every step is a change
In a new direction
Allowing myself to be
Vulnerable
And yet
Strong

Every day I release old scars
Moving on to brighter days
Where being myself
Is not seen as a failure
Anymore

A brand new sky

Copyright Marie Kléber

She conquered her freedom
Behind the deep blue veil of the sea

Love was only a mirage
In the exchange of promises
To care and be there – always
Words came and went
Like the wind on a stormy night
They were made of broken glass

Just empty feelings
And nowhere to hide
Emprisonned inside her own mind
And crazy wishes
To end the darkness of her endless night

She set herself free
Found the key to witness the beauty
Of a purple new dawn

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We are many to know that our life is not the way it should be. Yet it’s not always easy to stop the mess we are in. We need time to find our way back to ourselves. Peace and freedom are not illusions. They exist. We just have to stop, look and decide what’s best for us, at one given time. From this place, we can start on a new road. A better one for sure.

How did you start again? When did you know you couldn’t keep going and you had to make a change in your life as it was?

Being ourselves

Copyright Marie Kléber

There was something before him. I wrote everything. I remember half of it. His love – today – does even change the past. Not what happened. But how I relate to it.

It’s less and less painful. I am moving to a place where  I know myself better. Where I understand what happened better too.

Fear, it was.

Fear of not being accepted. Not being loved. I mean not being loveable. Or enough. Yes, this is it. These people who drag you down, they see themselves before seeing you. They think they are close to perfection. And you, not. You are millions steps away from it. And their job is to make you better. You should even feel blessed to have crossed their path. This is just bullshit.

They’re fake.

So we were fake together. We didn’t work. We were not happy. Obviously. We got together for the wrong reasons. I was looking for recognition. I wanted to be useful. I wanted to count. And I got nothing but poor attention. I couldn’t count cause I wouldn’t match the perfect image of the perfect wife in a perfect mariage.

That’s it. Part of life experiences. I got lucky to escape and start again. It’s like winning the World Cup – I guess. Being able to stop the mess and start on a new track. Better road. Better people. No contest. Just be. Just love. Just live.