Be Free, Be Raw, Be You
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
You did not know
You could run till night fall
Aware of your feet hitting the ground
Bypassing obstacles on the way
Leting go of all expectations you may have had
Just enjoying the ride!
Nobody will ever know you
More than you do
If you can stand still for a while
You’ll find inside
Buried under covers of
Protection, pains and scars
The truth of who you are
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…
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
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.
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
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.
Days are made
To be colored
To be enjoyed
Happy faces on socks
Funny music
Loud laughs
Funky dances
Why grown-ups would always have to be so serious
When life itself is a bunch of crazy moments?
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…
