November

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November is said
To be the darkest month of all
Year coming to an end
Cold days and long nights

November is said
To bring back memories
Old beliefs spreaded by sad witches
Colors faiding into dullness

November is said
To come with nonsense
Emptiness filling the space
Hands full of madness

November
Time to close a chapter
Leaving behind the old
Getting ready for the next aventure

Strange Summer

I wonder. Where the sun is? Where the sun went this year? Did somebody got some? Or did everybody had to find it elsewhere than in the sky?

Summer did not go according to plans. It was one of this strange summer, taking hours as they come, with no sandcastels and many raincoats days.

I am longing for hot chocolates and warm jumpers, for spiced tea and movies on sunday afternoon!

2021 is and will be – it seems – till the end a very special year. Not one we will remember with sparkles in our eyes. And yet, somewhere it gave us something. I am not sure how to describe it yet. But it will come.

We will overcome the grey and messy days. We will find our strenght back, somewhere between what we wish and what we have.

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