Right, I’m not actually at all sure whether Romantic Monday is still going on but I still want to give you the love you deserve. So you’re getting a poem from me anyway.
This one is not just about love, it’s also about asking. Why is it so hard to ask for help when you’re in need, why is so scary to voice your inner dreams? Have you ever thought about that? Is it because it makes you vulnerable? If so, why is it bad to be vulnerable?
It’s tempting to keep on rambling about this poem because somehow it feels particularly important to me. But since I did the asking, I’m going to leave the answering to you.
So do you dare to call out to your dreams, do you dare to listen to yourself and voice yourself this coming year? What do you wish for when the fireworks burst at midnight?
When my expressions
Like a thinning lint of a cloud
Ripped down, torn away
From the shining canvas above
When all the lines of my skin rest limb
Emaciated out of emotion
When they have given up running
Tingles down my spine, searching
For the prickling electricity of human touch
Will you come then to rescue me
Will you trace those lines alive
Dive deep into me and push apart
That skinny ice, that crippling
Cobweb veil covering my stilled eyes
Will you find and gather
All the loose ends of love we’ve scattered
Will you plant them around our hearts
Sew them into a lacy wallpaper where
The escaped threads of our souls entwine
Till they grow into a shelter
A shielding ivy cottage and look
All the tulips bending their bashful necks
Blossoming into bright scarlet blush
When we move together…
Wishing you all a lovely New Year! And peace and love, as always.