I Love to Write
Like brambles,
Some days,
Memories creep on me,
Wrapping themselves
Around my thoughts,
Pulling me back to the dark
places where they grow.
By the time I become aware
of their bite,
It is already too late,
I am tangled too much,
If I fight them,
They tighten their grip,
Looping and digging in,
I cannot escape.
I can only struggle,
Unfair duel
With an immaterial adversary,
I can punch but not hurt
I can argue but not convince,
Angry and powerless,
Attacked on all side at once,
It is out of exhaustion
That finally I give up
I lay down
And let go
Only then,
They release their hold,
They crawl all over me
As if I was a cadavre.
Silenced and still
As I quit the fight,
I become observer,
Suddenly aware of my respiration,
The air's murmure,
Filling the void
Bringing life back in me.
I am hurt but alive
Memories crawl back
In their underworld burrow,
Until their next awakening.
Some days,
Memories creep on me,
Wrapping themselves
Around my thoughts,
Pulling me back to the dark
places where they grow.
By the time I become aware
of their bite,
It is already too late,
I am tangled too much,
If I fight them,
They tighten their grip,
Looping and digging in,
I cannot escape.
I can only struggle,
Unfair duel
With an immaterial adversary,
I can punch but not hurt
I can argue but not convince,
Angry and powerless,
Attacked on all side at once,
It is out of exhaustion
That finally I give up
I lay down
And let go
Only then,
They release their hold,
They crawl all over me
As if I was a cadavre.
Silenced and still
As I quit the fight,
I become observer,
Suddenly aware of my respiration,
The air's murmure,
Filling the void
Bringing life back in me.
I am hurt but alive
Memories crawl back
In their underworld burrow,
Until their next awakening.