Midlife Explosion

I just paused for a moment

after rushing since I am a young adult

grown up in a world of  injustice, pressure and

things I don’t want to speak out

again.

And I feel growing up

deep inside in myself

an increasing power.

 

I stop crying, shouting, hitting aginst walls around me.

I’m alive. I am an adult women. And keep staying the person I ever was

without knowing who I am.

 

And so I am fighting

and repacifying,

I am preserving, creating, being real and straightforward.

 

I stop crying, shouting, hitting aginst walls around me.

I’m alive. I am an adult women. And keep staying the person I ever was

without knowing who I am.

 

Thanks to live, which was very often merciless,

thanks to all the People with empathy and spiritness.

Thanks to what I can’t express who or what it is.

I know it has many names in religions and in different philosophies…

 

I stop crying, shouting, hitting aginst walls around me.

I’m alive. I am an adult women. And keep staying the person I ever was

without knowing who I am.

 

And I already startet to live. Can’t be too late.

 

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