In the rain

In the rain

Stay with me in the rain,

It’s cold,

So am I,

But you’re the fire,

I will never be able to touch…

So different,

Yet, we cross our paths,

Only to see

How our worlds collide,

There’s nothing more.

Because I will never be like you,

Alive,

With a burning heart,

Loved by life,

My smile will never awake a smile.

But let me embrace you

Through the rain,

If this feeling is real,

There nothing can stand in between,

Only reality…

© Laura Dambite, 2013.

It’s raining again, I like how rain opens doors that lead to days full of happiness and pain, to memories I can’t escape… 

A shattered mirror (Words, dedication)

Believe me, in the end nothing matters, it will be only you facing yourself.

Your body is a shattered mirror, which could never reflect who you were, no matter how you tried to fix it trough your life, it never reflected you completely. Never showed you in your blossom or rot, your colors and feelings never reached the surface. As you believed it’s inappropriate for anything, as you shattered it.

But let go of it now, you’re beyond ugly and beautiful, you’re only energy without a form. Do standards, norms, forms, lies and who you should, could be, strangle you now? Do you still want to fit in? But you can’t, because now your simply accepted the way you are.

But, my dear, you always were accepted, you always fitted in, and there was no other way around. Even if your eyes were burned by the sun and you couldn’t see what’s on the ground and around. Didn’t you felt us holding your hand, whispering words in your ear, never believed in promises we made and words we said? Do you even remember you had friends?

But you can’t hear us, we know, in the end, you’re just a shattered mirror on the floor. 

Freedom

Freedom

You’re truly free,

My dear.

Cut off the ropes around your neck,

Cut off the hands on your shoulders,

And you’ll have only a road under your feet.

But do not wait the same

From others.

Freedom is personal thing,

A unique language,

Which only bugs in your head speak.

Also it’s a lonely trip,

With no real destination.

My dear,

Is this what you truly want?

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

A human will always long for freedom, even if he’ll never realize to an end, what freedom truly is. Is it only a desire burning deep inside? Is it only a flame dancing afar? Or is it loneliness with empty heart? Or something we already have, but are too blind to behold? I don’t know… do you?

Anxiety

Anxiety

Cold, collected

Light

In a pill.

Shades of grey

Devour

What you feel.

Lungs full

With dust

And dreams.

Worries

About people,

You don’t miss.

Silence

Takes away

Your will.

Until you wake

And question,

Is this all for real?

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Nothing much to comment… Sometimes, I feel like I’m taken hostage by it, like it doesn’t depend on me, it’s here, strangling me, an invisible enemy… but it’s only an emotion, my own, I think… I wish it would be easier to fight… I wish…