søndags poesi 18-03-12

Så er det tid til poesi endnu engang. Et af mine mere personlige digte vil i dag blive smidt på bordet.

Det handler om min tidligere veninde, som betød verden for mig, som blev droppede kontakten til mig. Uden hende i mit liv følte jeg tomhed og følte mig låst fast. Her kommer Out of Balance:

You are my right and righteous leg – Giving me balance and confidence and happiness.

Now that you’re not around I feel like I’m out of balance.

I’m falling.

I cannot walk.

Suddenly, this golden road has turned into ruins.

I can’t seem to find the straight line to the end ‘cause I’m missing a leg.

A part of me is lost.

I cannot carry on without my full body – without you, like I used to.

You are the strong leg that makes me stand.

I’m wounded.

I’m weak and vulnerable.

Return to the place where you belong and until then I’ll be sitting in this wheelchair, vulnerable and weak.

Return to where you belong and let me carry you with me till we hit the end together…