Posted in My midnight blues, Snapshots of my life

Happy Face

Copyright Marie Kléber

As the sun is shining
High in the sky

Dreamy blue
White patches moving
Accross infinity

Between branches and leaves
You can find
Happy faces bathing in the sunlight

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Posted in Let's talk about..., My midnight blues

My wishes for you

Crédit Marie Kléber

Wishes are flying all over the place
Here and there
Wishes of peace, light, love and wellness

I wish you this and more
I wish you a creative year
A year of words, sunny views on the fields of your dreams

A year of being you
You with your scars and your downs
Your moments of grace

A year of being fully present to the moment
Ready to embrace the new
To let go of all the things that don’t serve you anymore

A year of love
Loving you
And saying “I love you”

Knowing deep down that you are beautiful
Love and loving
And loveable if you still doubt it

I wish you a wonderful year!
Stay blessed my friends and thank you for being part of this wonderful journey.

Posted in My Religion is Love

You & Me – The chaos & The grace – Darkness and Love again…

You were at the beginning of all time.

I used to pray and laugh and feel blessed. I used to talk to you. Day and night. I used to find solace when I turned my face towards you and you would smile back.

And then I lose track…

I thought you could be contained. In a religion. In a group. I looked for you in every place, every space. What happened? I don’t know. I started listening to other voices. It was the beginning of a search that took me to the edge. Deep darkness.

It felt like everything I knew was gone.

It felt like you were gone.

I read and prayed. I was lost. I lied to myself so many times. I thought I could catch you. In a place. In a book. Nonsense.

I tried and tried. I got tired, took roads which were not for me to walk. I tried to fit in. Fit in a mess that wasn’t mine. Fit in thoughts that I’d not agree with.

I cried.

I called for you. I shouted at you. Why? Why? Why?

Nightmares would last and you were nowhere to be found.

And then, one day, I decided to let go. I could not walk anymore. I could not breathe anymore. I started to remember the girl I was once.

And you were there. You never left. You just waited for me to be ready to see you again.

You were in the silence of my heart. And the fragrance of my soul.

Posted in Let's talk about..., Snapshots of my life, Speak Out Loud

Don’t close your eyes

Copyright Marie Kléber

It’s hard not to. Not to remember this night. Hard to see the number 13 on the screen and feel nothing. It’s hard to forget. Hard to behave like none of this happened.

We can try. Some are good at it. Some are good at closing their eyes. Some don’t want to remember. Cause it’s too tough. Cause it’s too soon maybe. Cause they don’t see why this would make a difference.

I don’t want to close my eyes. I don’t want to forget. Even if it makes me shiver. Even if it’s far from what I believe and pray for. Even if I don’t understand and if I’d rather see love than blood on the day screens.

I can say it does not matter. I was not one of them. I was out of the mess of this terrible night. I’d lie. I was there, crying, feeling the pain of those who died, of those who survived. I was there, knowing our world would never be the same again, letting go of layers of fears, trying to find solace in kid’s innocent smiles.

When darkness threatens the foundations of our lives, we can’t keep going like nothing is real. We ought to walk, confident, holding to hope like a second skin, towards the light.

Posted in My midnight blues, Snapshots of my life

From grey to gold

Copyright Marie Kléber

The sky is turning from gold to grey

Rain swaying in the chilly wind of the day

Like magical fairy dust

Breathing in the knowledge

That despite the dark clouds

Heavy with hard to swallow pain

The sun will shine again

Like a new-born sunflower

In the fields of the future ahead

Posted in Writer Musings

Writing our truth

Copyright Marie Kléber

There’s this think about writing that makes you see things and people and places and situations from a different perspective. You spot something, a word, an action; you catch a color, a sign. You create from real something that lives only in your imagination and that will touch people who know nothing about you, but would catch a glimpse of what makes you happy, fearful, angry or grateful.

I believe writing is not about pleasing others, about saying what others want to hear. But about taking off all the layers we keep to protect ourselves. If we can’t do this, if we keep turning around without speaking our truth, we might want to choose another road; we might need to find another way to express ourselves.

Cause if we can’t let go, we won’t enjoy the ride, we will never get to this space where we can stand naked in front of the sun, without being burned.