( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
You cross the threshold
And enter my cell
I didn’t have arms
I didn’t have legs
They took it away
They cut it off
You sai I have
You move it
But I say no
They froze my heart
My reason entagled
Snadched my will
Of my strenght deprived
You say I have
But I into their snare
I’m supposed to see
Wings are growing my
I’ll fly to land
Who at all isn’t fault
I’m asking how to break
The shackles, the wals
You say it existed don’t
There only wounds
I cut own yourself
Slouched over from guilt
A halo above me you see
As gift for me from suffering
In it’s brightness I’ll following
My innermost dreams
You discard thrown stone on me
You beg Istretch arms and legs
And quickly cross my threshold
I run to the meadows
Confident and light
And angry little
I’ll look for fulfilment
I’ll look for goals
With you
Without you
Our congratulations
I’ll hug the beauty of world
I’m not a dwarf, I’ll grow
I’ll run and fly
Further and further
( November 29, 2020 )
