Shadow Play

Dancing they are

Those shadows in the night

Showing their faces briefly

Before disappearing into the light

Mustn’t reject them

Or they won’t come to play

Nor surrender to them

Or you’ll become their prey

So I join their dance instead

Try to lead

Not to be lead

Wind

I’m wide open

Exposed

It feels cold

My thoughts and feelings

In my face

Like a harsh wind

I want to hide

Cover myself up

Yet I remain

I hold on to my breath

I breathe in

I breathe out

Into the insanity

Out from the spaciousness

Underneath all the madness

Let go

Dissolve

Become the wind

Soothe (for Sunday Scribblings)

It is dark in my world

The walls are closing in on me

Painfully I stretch

Until my skin breaks open

I fight my way

Through thick layers of dirt

Try not to get eaten

By the creatures 

Lurking in the dark

Up and up I go

Until finally

I can see the light

There’s the sky

Wide open

I reach towards it

Longingly

But I can’t quite get there

Exhausted

I am just about to give up

When suddenly 

The sun comes out

Its warmth embraces me

Soothed

My tired body surrenders

I open up

And blossom

In the most beautiful colours

My favourite poem

Today I want to share with you my favourite poem. 
While there are others I also love, for the poet's skill with words or for their perfect rhythm, I chose this one, because it touched me so deeply when I read it the first time. 

Ultimately, that's what poetry is all about for me: touching people's hearts - and this one ripped mine to pieces (in a good way ;-)

It's by Derek Walcott.

LOVE AFTER LOVE

The time will come

When, with elation,

You will great yourself arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror,

And each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored

For another, who knows you by heart

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,

Peel your image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.