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I just want to run
Just want to hide away
Close my eyes to your gaze
Just want to leave
Don’t want to hear them say
“You’re no good at this”

When the world swirls with naysayers
Broken wings and torn pages
The road ahead
Drowning in my tears

Break me open
Tear me down
Into pieces
Broken crumbs
On the ground
You can mould and shape me
In your image
Breathe your life
You know I need it
Scars make us stronger for life

Losing myself
Gaining it back again
Forging strength from weakness
All that I am
All that I’m meant to be
Melting in your hand

Let the world swirl with naysayers
Pickled hearts and sour faces
What is real is what I cannot see

Cut away
All within me
That won’t bear fruit
Cut away
All within me

Scars make us stronger for life

it all depends on light,

on the way light reveals things.

it all depends on form,

on contours,

on interpolations and

on doubts.

It all depends as well

on our being marked by time,

on the spaces giving us the headlines.

The true problem is choosing whether

to pursue the shadows

or to let ourselves be pursued by them.

there is a strange "to be or not to be"

in this half being,

in this half not being:

To emerge from the shadows

or to perpetuate them.

And at the deepest level of the abyss,

after liberating others,

all those who are others,

to remember

without urgency,

that we are the prisoners.

And thereby ….

to liberate ourselves.