All this time I am looking for love to soften the wounded piece of me. For a love so warm it can destroy this awful feeling that has been growing inside of me since they touched me. A love so fierce it can burst the pain I carry with me all this time, but it’s never enough. There is no love that can destroy and burst. There is no love that can heal the scars in my soul. The existence of this love is not out there. It’s within. It’s me who has to do it. Who has to love me, heal me, forgive me for letting them when I was too small and fragile. Now I’ve become this fierce creature who survives every time, who doesn’t scare from darkness and hurt, but dares to face it and say: I will live. I will love. It will pass.
~magic by Faye
by Pherawaty
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Verawati Calmer
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The promise of tenderness
I will never lose my faith in the wild where we came from. I will never forget the tenderness of the original days I’ve spent alone. They can’t question my wishes coming from the doubts and fears I feel so deep inside for so long. They can’t keep me away from the first spirits I was destined to meet while being so small. No, I will never let go of the loyalty to the ones who never asked for the change we needed to embrace against all odds. I will keep fighting for what is real inside all of us. Our grief, our pain, our love for the spirits we were supposed to be and I will try to find endlessly.
By Verawati Calmer2 years ago in Poets
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