Unspoken strenght
What life has to offer
on the silverplate
or in the boxingring
is beyond imaginations
whispering, screaming, singing
the voices of grief
comes sometime to visit my belief
the belief of joy that I feel
because the breath of life is real
the pictures that life brings
is far away from my dreams
What life has brought to me
is the spirit to always be free
the fights I have fought
is passed hurtfull times
but still it comes to visit me
but in another point of view
I'm aware what I have been through
the stressfull demands
that jumped up on my back
mislead me on my track
to remind me of times in the past
to make my shield fragile
to make my scars visible
and my dreams invisible
then my eyes turns black
and my body becomes weak
I'm still here fighting
the thoughts hits me back and forward
untill I become a sensitive freak
My heart becomes my will
but the fragileness of a soul
that has been broken
is more than fear itself
and silently I cry
because my strenght becomes
left behind, unspoken
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-09-15 at 12:07
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