The Lioness bewitched

I am a warrior

Strong and fierce if needed
Weak at times
When tides are high
And my breath short
But I resist

I am a warrior

And I won’t let you
Kill my joy
Snuff out my balance
Shatter our lives

I can be your worst ennemy
The Lioness bewitched
The Goddes in armur

Whatever you chose to fight for
Be certain that I’ll never betray
The Ones I love

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Let me be…me

Let me breath
Let me be

Not the way you imagined me
Just the way I am

Messy at times
Unsure of what to say
And how to say it

Loud and insecure
Raising my voice against things
You think are not worth fighting for

Let me see the best in others
Even if you think it’s naive

Let me go my way
Even if not the way you’d take

Let me smile and cry
And say some days are too much
I can’t cope and that’s fine
Tomorrow will be better

I know it would be easier for you
If I could fit in boxes
If I could follow a road that many took before
Knowing where the footprints are

But it would mean being someone I am not
I did it for too long
I don’t want it anymore…

Yesterday, now and tomorrow

Copyright Marie Kléber

I can tell you everything

The good, the bad, the worst
The blue, the grey, the white
The bright mornings and the dark skies

I can tell you my ups, my downs
My doubts, my fears, my joys

I can tell you all there is
And all there was
Dreams and nightmares

I can cry and you won’t say
These ugly words that I despise

I can tell you everything
And yet I don’t wish to tell you everything

Not that you can’t hear it
Just that I want to protect us from
A life that does not belong to now
Remains of scars, shots of pain

We belong to today and tomorrow
We are writing a far better story
Than the ones before
One that is true, loving, peaceful
One that put a smile on our faces
When we look at each other

I don’t want the chaos anymore
I don’t want to feel trapped in emotions
I don’t want us to be all about this
The memories to unfold
The fears to go over
The wounds to mend

I want life and happiness
Blessings to count every day
Joy and projects to share
I don’t want anything messy between you and me

So know if I don’t tell you everything
It is just my way to say that you mean the world to me

The “me” inside

Copyright Marie Kléber

If you could let all your theories at the door

All the things you say are right

All the truths you were told

If you are ready to embrace the unknown

Mystery, emptiness, chaos, incredible joy

If you can let go of the mask that protects you

Appear naked and vulnerable

Without nothing else than your heart

Wide-open and free

Then and only then

You’ll be in touch with the reality

Of the “me” inside  of you.

A path of love and acceptance

Copyright Marie Kléber

I am learning that her story is not mine
Still learning
It’s not the easiest part
It is a path of love and acceptance
Of what was
And what is
Of her feelings
And her pain

I felt angry at times
When I was younger
Hearing that she’d rather like to die
It is no lie
I thought cancer would change her
Make her feel more aware of the beauty around
And the past would go
Would let her breath in peace
And live without shadows

I prayed
But it’s not my story
I have no power
It’s not about me
All the love I have can’t change the deal

The past is engraved
In every cell of her body

I am learning to love her as she is
With her memories
Her ghosts
Her idea that life is just a messy road

Trying to protect me
When she says she’d rather like death
Knowing that it’s not against me
It’s just the only space
That could set her free

Rejection sucks and that’s fine!

Crédit Marie Kléber

It sucks. And it will always suck.
Rejection does. And it’s fine.

It’s just another blow. One you can handle.
Just like when the wind is messing up with your hair. No damage.
Not much you can do either.

Just say “ok”. And try again.
It will come again and again.
And you’ll go back on the scene again and again.
Knowing that despite rejection, there’s nothing else you’d like to do differently.

Confusion

Copyright Marie Kléber

My hands are cold
But my heart is warm

Some days

I wonder if I give enough
Enough of what I receive
Buckets of love…

I am not the same as the one I used to be

I wonder if I show it enough
In a way that no one would doubt it

It used to be about others, not me

Now that I count, I matter
I wonder if people feel that they count for me too…