A way out of the night

It’s not the shadows

nor the sounds in the night

that I fear,

and even if I can’t place them

or put a name on it,

in my head they write me

a way out of the night

in myself.

I dress them

without anxiety with reality,

a fixed form, a voice

that I want to recognize.

It’s the morning and the light

that feeds my fears

and let my heartbeat stop.

It’s the day that I still

have to conquer.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Old poem, new verbal arrangement on SoundCloud