Inside of us

I hear
The world
Is in lack of
Lack of
Lack of

When I see
In a heartshape
In a prayer
In a smile

Tiny pieces of the ultimate dream
Scattered around the place
Where we love
And live
And share
And aim
For a brighter present

When all is at hand
We keep forgetting
That we are made of
What we are looking for.

Is Bréa

Wherever she goes
She is looking for them
Or O’something
She is enthralled by stories
She had not read yet
She is on the edge of her seat
When she knows a new book
Is about to find its place on the shelves
Of her favorite bookshop
She can’t wait to own it
And it’s by holding her breath
That she starts reading

Stories with rough beginnings
War, violence, poverty
Starvation, Contemplation of a world moving fast
Celtic Tiger revenge
And yet, something out of nowhere
That looks like, smells like
A tiny bit of hope
Turned into a smile
Joy at the corner of the eye

These stories are like life
Spreading its butterfly wings
Out of bitter days
You can create something better

His story

It happened.

It came from nowhere. And suddenly the tough went away with its mysery and hours of questions unanswered.

It was in his smile and in his way he made it clear that he was ready to play a new game, not the one played by others, a new one, filled with brightness and joy.

He did cry first, understanding what had happened before, when he was not even born. Words on pain. And tears following the words. To ease the pain of this discovery.

One day, kids are babies and one day, they grow up, they are ready to hear what you tried to hide from them, they are willing to listen to your story.

After all, it’s their story too. And if you did remain silent for a while it was to protect them. Respect them.

But this time is gone…

And truth has to be revealed with words of peace.