From my broken heart
comes out another bird.
Ignoring me, abandoning me
it flies beautifully, cruelly
into another world
away from me
and something feels a little less in me.
I am not complaining.
I always wanted to feel a little less.
I was glad that in some way a part of me
is finally free from me,
that some part of me could finally breathe.
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From my broken heart
I can only go as far as my muscle memory takes me.
Since my mind is not here
and I can’t leave this body
that I have never been able to accept as mine.
There is a road that lies in front of me
and there is nothing for me to do
but to walk.
You bring me back to present
and ask me where I have been.
There is a place that I left lifetimes ago,
where I am searching for the reason of my grief.
There is a sun that rises only in the heart of the lost,
there is a mist I live in that you cannot see.
I can stand at any edge and be sure I won’t fall.
I can reach out for any happiness that I am sure I can’t have
and nothing will hurt me more than that.
There are losses that I am counting,
there are bruises I must count as gain only because of love.
Every hope I find
becomes a reminder of something I have already lost.
Can you teach me-
how to go about this life,
how to get rid of this part of me
that can only love the past?
A part of me is always detached from my life,
from this world.
It is aware of everything,
it knows, but is unaffected.
As if this pain, is not mine
but someone else’s.
Or worse, it acts as if there is no pain.
It knows that I am crying
but doesn’t understand why.
It looks at these concepts.
Concepts of happiness, sadness, jealousy,
struggle and whatnot.
But these are just ideas for it.
Ideas that do not matter.
It believes that the fire I play with
can burn me, but not ‘it’.
It’s reality is different than mine.
This part of me just observes this life
as it passes by
and refuses to participate.
The only thing it does understand is that
We are here.
And how wonderful it is
to witness the beauty, this life is.
It only understands the beauty of the ruin,
our life is headed to.