Sunday in the land of the rich

All my life has been filled with fear
Deep fear
And this deep terror
Controlled me
For a very long time
But time passes
And fear is created in those moment
Of our life when we are small and weak
Meeting myself and seeing
The shortness and limitation
Of my enemies as well my own
Shortcomings has alter the
Perspective slowly
Modifying my path
In the deep green forest


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, 2017, Poem, Poetry

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