Late Evening
10. Sept.
1 Min. Lesezeit
My own judge, my enemy,
my love.
Sometimes playful,
hiding from myself.
I do not make myself numb
like I used to.
An adult now, with care,
I am pain, I heal.
My mind is in awe,
I am obscurity, ecstasy,
the smell of my private self,
my shadow, the attachments of hurt,
the neglect, the peace.
A flower that blossoms
in silence.
2026
