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.
Copyright die laux!