poetry

space of ones own

… RIContest: shorter entries

losing life’s battles one day at a time one moment one single moment that defies reality but dreams still

some kind of unsettled feeling which when one cannot pin down on anything, leaves it out to dry itself. april

in the end is a beginning

todaywas enough for today.i walked barefoot in the parkwondered some, wandered some.i wish i lived near a forest and a

somewhat lost existential thoughts have been knocking on my door again. always the most difficult ones to answer and the

april and it’s unsettling feeling. and then the house project that i began. had been dreaming of it for so

‘I’m grateful that, after an early life of being silenced l, sometimes violently, i grew to have a voice, circumstances