I Will Tell You

I will tell you what I do when I’m not having fun anymore
I reveal my heart in the words that I write

I will tell you what my plans are to fill the gaps in my heart
My plans are to write the gaps into words

I will tell you what is left of my time on this earth
To find a blessing in the sun, and the birds and the creation of which we are one

I will tell you about the hidden demons, and the strange and discreet unease inside
For the demons lurk, always in the shadows, even out of sight they make themselves known
To torture and to bring me to my knees, to a place where no help could be offered from this world, forcing me to seek inside myself

I can tell you about my sorrows, my nostalgia, my first love and my first kiss
Because each moment is written in my soul, the good moments and the bad, are woven to form a part of me

I can admit that I have traded my soul for a flat life, that I have tamed my wildness for security, and have worshipped forced interactions instead of celebrating the rawness within
Of which there is so much passion, there is so much yearning, so much longing, so much desire that is kept chained, with their only freedom being in the words that I pen

And I can tell you that it is time, time to wake up to the fact that I am here to Be, not to Become

In response to a poem by Majd Radwan from Sonderpath