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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() One day Ah, one day I will look deep into your eyes In the depths of your black pupils And I will say that you planted sunflowers on me. They grow and curl up in my guts, The long green stems go up to my throat, They blur my vision, Steal the air from my poor lungs. I will say that like a sunflower, I search for the sun
The light that emanates from your smile From the heat of your fingers' calluses And the brightness which shines from your eyes I'm spinning, twisting in your search Recreating myself on the way Losing my shape, raw. Where are you? Curling up in my own roots, I don't see you... Tearing out my own petals Until there is no more light. The sun is gone And there is no more burning Stems break in strong bursts The hang with the lost balance And all the sunflowers inside me wither And alone and bitter, Wandering lost, I realized That the sun is not the only source of light And that the moon also shines. With open arms, I received its dawn light And I danced to the beats of my own heart I supported myself with the warmth of my body And with the brightness of my own gaze And finally I tried to encounter myself. The sunflowers turned inward For the first time not expecting from the exterior And they felt the warmth of living with myself For myself In the freedom to be alone. Comments are closed.
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