Years

All these years in silence
When I hide away
Did not do anything
Stayed out of everything
And yet, the urge is so strong
Like the river in the spring
It takes you to the ocean
And there you are in the cold water
Almost naked, but alive

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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. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in Healing, metamorphosis, Poem, Poetry

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