My Bedroom Ceiling Poem by Simon Olafsson

This bedroom ceiling.
Sharing my thoughts and feelings.
The silence is daring and complete.
How I'm trying to cope my fears and disbelief.

There's so many chapters in my life that i can't close or compete.
Will it ever stay behind or keep follow me in my dreams.
The believing in greatness that I hope someday to meet.
When the clouds have been replaced by a light that has been lit.

The ceiling is my friend when love is not around and my strenght are abandoning.
The floor is catching me, when i'm convinced that I'm somewhat falling.

But strenght is an abnormal word.
Are we strong when we lie comfortable in the capable or when we step out of safeness and into the unknown?

My belief is telling me that the greatest strenght lies in other peoples believing.
Telling that the wall in front of you is being torn apart, as long as you keep moving.

When love is felt, not by words, but by what you feel in the silence.
When you're looking at the bedroom ceiling, knowing you can't fly, but there's someone out there moving grounds for you and will keep trying.

I know that there's something or someone out there.
If my belief and strenght is created by love, I hope one day to say..

Whether she choose to stay or go, she will be my start and destination.
Whether she choose to speak or be silent, she's my embrace and kindness.

Whether the day is grey or blue, she's my favorite colour.
All that matters is that she knows someone loves her.

I hope that she's not out there waiting, because I would never let her wait there, alone, standing.

Between my future stutter and tripping over the words I want to say.

There will always be love in the silence.