SWALLOW, April 2025
With her first breath, her mind learns to never stop.
This is what life is about, her mind insists:
receive, transform, forward ,
or swallow..
She receives and swallows. Her right and left sides fill up.
There is always someone to listen to her; but...
What does she wants to say? She forgets.
With her last breath, her heart learns to stop.
This was what, actually, life was about, her heart insists:
stop, look, understand,
and love.
She stops and loves. Her right and left sides get empty.
There is always someone to understand her; but...
What does she want to explain? She forgets.
With each breath she takes inbetween, her soul tries to be one.
This is what life is about, her soul insists:
be one, don't give up,
and keep it inside.
She cann't keep it inside, her hands and arms become too busy giving away.
There is no one to see her; what does she want to ask? She forgets.
Time stops.
Tears in her eyes.
I love it, she says. And, I am not done yet…
“Don't take my sorrow away, I need it.”she says
She feels like crying again
She holds, she holds ,she holds
Swallows
She swallows her cries and hopes that they will accumulate .
She hopes they accumulate, so maybe one day they would sink.
She hopes they sink,so maybe one day they will finally fill the voids on her sidess
Yet, they don’t..
They take her sorrow away,
She cries,
They don’t stop,
She stops crying waiting to be held
No, they don’t hold her,
She holds them
She holds, she holds, she holds
Swallows