Old, fragile pictures
to collect them in a box
To remember
and to cherish
...
We see
What other people see
But do we actually see
with the eyes of the heart?
...
At night
At night it is dark
Thoughts are haunting you
Sometimes you can feel alone
...
Looking out at the window
but I don't see anything
just colors and movements
My eyes choose a point
...
Scars…?
You feel shattered
Broken
In pieces
As if you need
to be glued
together
as one piece
As if you need
to be whole
again
as one thing
Hidden things
your heart
and soul
only know
Painful memories
Some hard
to bear
or to forget
But remember
Every scar
tells you
a secret
Secrets of life
Every scar
is a sign
of growth
Growth in life
Every scar
healed
bonded
glued itself
over time
You'll feel
as a whole
like a vase
shattered
and being
glued again