maandag 13 juni 2016

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


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