Sometimes, when I need to be light,
weighed down by burdens, treading on the rough path;
The road seems broad but rough,
in the deepness of darkness,
in the richness of wants,
my major want happens to be the light,
to lighten the shadows of darkness,
Because I just can't feel myself.
Sometimes, when my hands are full;
full of emptiness, with no towel to wipe my tears;
the gift looks rosy but with thorns,
piercing deep into my flesh,
tearing down my meat,
my greatest need is comfort,
to soothe my wounds and injuries,
Because I just can't feel myself.
Sometimes, when my eyes are fixed,
gazing on the ephemeral pleasure that lasts for no longer,
the sight that sparks my appetite and awakens my hunger,
the sight that doesn't want me to look deeper,
to know if this pleasure is actually for or against me,
my utmost desire is a vision,
to distract me from the ephemerals,
and attract me to my being,
Because I just can't feel myself.
Sometimes, I'm heavy, burdened, blinded,
Sometimes, every time and always,
I want to be able to feel myself,
hug me and love myself,
I want to be able to stay afloat,
regardless of the circumstances around me,
To be me, I need to feel myself
And to feel myself, I have to be me!
Cheers.
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