Shoes

I woke up to a winter breeze
And I remembered those nights
When my eyes searched for light,
And I'd close them so hard that I'd see tiny explosions,
Dying stars across the galaxy of my mind,
Wishing they would freeze
And extinguish my emotions

Those nights
When poetry was only a verb
And silence its master,
And as I made love to the sky,
A hug and goodnight,
And letting my mind loose on the streets,
A drive at midnight,
To extinguish my emotional disasters,
And I longed for a kiss from a stranger,
The one I knew all along,
And a chance to dance into darkness
In the shoes of madness


And I've lost a lot along the way.


The key to my cage,
Control over rage,
Courage to engage,
And peace with old age,

The lust to love them endlessly
Even if I know they won't love me until the end

The lust to live with them endlessly
Even if I we might never have an end

And I lost a friend who deserved more than a sudden sleep
As death kissed his lips one soft autumn morning

I intertwine my fingertips even if I don't believe
And pray that you're finally at peace

Even if all I want is for you to return
And tell me my words are worth something.
 

Pain has become a familiar tune,
And I already know the right way to dance to it

With shoes made of fear
And tears that let me slide forward rather than fall


Pain has become a familiar tune,
But listen closely, and hear freedom in the violins.


You and me, honey. Let's drive to places where shoes aren't needed.
Just take my hand and trust that fear will push us in the right direction.

 

I intertwine my fingertips even if I don't believe
And realize how much I will find along the way

Even if I lost a lot.

But my, how good it feels to have lost some of that luggage.
 

I woke up to a winter breeze
And I remembered those mornings
When my eyes saw things clearly
And I'd open them wide and see tiny explosions
Stars being born across the galaxy of my mind,
Wishing they would melt
And ignite my emotions

Poetry/Prose, PersonalSofia Hariz