Catégorie : poetry

De laatste weg

There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take

My mother’s daughter

It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that… Poursuivre la lecture My mother’s daughter

Hidden in plain sight

Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.