Path

Trying to block 
the pain
present and far away
in the same time
time and energy
lost spaces
lost life 
breathing 
in and out
running around
in and about
trying to seal, comfort, forget,
run, close off 

I am not free
a slave of 
tradition 
a slave of
feeling guilt

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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Posted in #blogg100, April 2014, Poem, Poetry

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