donderdag 10 december 2015


How I set my sails
tight with feelings
in the storm being
the foam on the waves
and irrevocable


in the whirlpool
to be dragged further
and torn apart
I feel myself being flooded
spread in droplets


in a sea of thoughts
I’m gripping
my parts together
to blow a whole new me
on the beach

someone is picking me up
as a shell
I listen to the morning.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

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