Voll, voll, voll,
alles schwammig, Nebel, Brustsumpf
abgekapselt, mit erlernter Hilflosigkeit vermischte Einsamkeit.
Und, und ich erwarte das du mich da rausholst
oder irgendwer mit Care
-Arbeit.
Schlagwort: Selbstannahme
Sitting with myself
Sometimes, I find myself hating what disturbs me.
I show a thought the middle finger,
when it comes to turn over my stomach.
I try to push it, drown it, ignore it,
before it can make me feel,
what lies beneath the thought.
Yet I know, that I have a choice.
That I decide what disturbs me,
and what brings me closer to myself.
I find myself at peace
when I look at all of those pieces,
I am put together of
and just let them be
exactly what they are.
