When it’s late at night, and you’re wide awake, and you’re writing just for writing’s sake. Stop those thoughts running through your head. Tap into that sense of peace instead. It lies somewhere within you, you know. Maybe in the tips of your toes or the bottom of your back. Maybe in the soles of…
You know that feeling when you walk down the stairs and you misstep. That split second when you realize you might fall, fall fall. An invisible hand rises from your lower belly past your stomach and locks around your heart. Your breathing stops. Someone blocked the door to your throat and put a heavy weight…
To be held. To be heard. To be hugged. To be touched. To be teased. To be tickled. To be savored, soothed, and seen. To be wished for, wooed, and witnessed. To be cherished. Yes, to be cherished. Not to be loved. Not necessarily. Because sometimes, love goes unexpressed. Locked away behind bolted doors. Hidden…
I found the poem below as I was going through old journal entries. While I only started writing for personal reasons more frequently a few months later, I like the idea that Inspiration had already announced itself. I wrote this poem initially in Dutch, then translated it to English to be able to share it…