Monday, May 30, 2022

How to trust again?

 It is not that the expectations were too high

and the trust was broken by external forces,

it is not about not trusting others,

to be scared to fall again for a lie

It is the trust in yourself,

on being true to your true

on being legit and original

on believing in you, in your potential

on your grip

on your power to challenge yourself

and your fears

on the things you don't trust yourself

like inversions, surfing, or loving.



Thursday, May 26, 2022

Turn the nectar into honey

 I love flowers

and I stop to appreciate them every time,

I take mental photos of their colors

and take deep breaths to absorb their perfume


I used to be called a butterfly 

but now I know I am a bee,

that insect I used to fear

I used to void because I was scared

to get an anaphylactic shock


I was scared to be stung,

and died

I was scared of the unknown future,

I was scared of bees.


You open my eyes to see their beauty,

to find them harmless,

to stop the fear.


You helped me to enjoy the flowers deeply

in all their complexity

and to turn their nectar into honey.

Friday, May 20, 2022

I am not the victim

 Assumptions put me in the victim role,

but it was a lack of good judgment and understanding 

that labeled me "the victim".


I am not the victim, I am more the responsible party,

who pushed the first domino piece

and now see a 6 years structure crumbled to the floor.



Thursday, May 12, 2022

Just perfect

 Laying on the grass,

feeling the warm sun caressing your skin,

calling me to caress you too,

to feel the warmth, it is just perfect.


And then a bee tried to sting me

and I freaked out because of childhood traumas,

so you calmed me down,

took the bee gently and showed me that I have nothing to fear

it was just perfect.


You opened up your genuine vulnerability,

allowing me to do the same,

and still, feel safe,

and it was just perfect.


With my constant stressful on the go state of mind,

you came to caress my thoughts to relax me,

it was just perfect,

like a five minutes meditation

on a busy morning,

in the middle of a construction site 

during a thunderstorm.