Writing Prompt #12

Engraved in my cells
This night
Like any other

In a whisper
I was gone
Like a ghost
I hurtled down the stairs

It was over
Shots of pain
Across my heart

I was never yours
You just thought
You could stole
Parts of my soul

In the street that night
The pieces of my life
Scattered everywhere

The chance to put them back together
And find myself again!

***

I know that nothing can change nor erase the violence of that special night. It’s there forever. It’s part of me as good memories are too. It was for so long a night I would recall with fear. The words, the scene, the threats.

It was tough and yet, thank God, it was, or I would have never left. I would have came back, despite the mess, despite the nonsense, despite me becoming a stranger to myself. And it would have been tragic!

This night gave me the chance to start anew. Sometimes the best is hidden in the most dangerous places.

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

Our truth lies within darkness

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There is something inside
That we hide
Something we don’t want others to see

We don’t want to know
It could burn our eyes
It could destroy the image we have

There is a part of darkness
A stream of shadows
Hanging around

There is unfolded nightmares
Anger and violence
Jealousy and pain

Until we are ready to face
Our dark side
With an open heart

We’ll never know the truth of who we are

The life we choose

@MarieKleber

Nothing ever prepared us to live a life that was not meant for us. We spent years trying to figure out what the world wants, how to be accepted, recognized, how to fit in. And one day we discover that all of this, is complete builshit.

Our truth lies in childhood fun and dreams. It’s where it started and where it will end, only if we give ourselves the chance to let go of all limits we put on our path, of all “I should” we built, of all “not enough” we thought.

It’s not a matter of chance. It comes with understanding that the life we have has nothing to do with the life we want. It’s our choice to follow our heart or to keep going the way we do. It’s not right or wrong. It’s what appeal to us at a moment in time.

And we all know that one moment can change a whole life!

We are all artists

@Marie Kléber

You may think you are not one of them.

Limits are your own, only. Some words you might have heard as a kid. Some thoughts you might have kept for years.

Till one day…

You decide to try, to give it a go.

Till one day…

You choose to change your view on the subject.

Till you take your power back. And then an unknown world reveal itself and you can  fully embrace the truth of who you are.

Don’t let others words or thoughts, don’t let your memories hold you back.

Jump in it, now! And you’ll experience the magic!

 

After

@MarieK

Nobody knows how it will be. After.
I don’t think about it. Not that much.
I don’t worry.
But I wonder…

I found my space, my place, my rhythm
I found my joy, my peace
I got closer to my dreams

Away from the world
I found inside what matters the most to me

I don’t know how I will get back to social craziness
When solitude is such a blessing
I don’t know how I will go back to work
When my mind is set on another track

Life will be different for sure…

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? 

The perfect scent of rain

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Opening the window and smelling rain. It’s been a while. I missed the scent of it.

I see rain as a blessing, I see rain as a way to stop and just breath.

Just be in this moment of grace. Just feel life flowing inside.

Rainy days are not bad days. They are days full of love for and from Mother Earth.

Let’s rejoice in them!