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There is no wall
There is no fence
There is no border
If you want to come home
All you need to do
Is walk in the right direction
There is no anger
There is no disappointment
There is no hate
Just love
If you want to come home
All you need to do
Is follow your heart
The door is always open
Be brave
To find your own path
Transient
Transition into sleep
Waking up eyes sticky
Moving through the day
As if I owned it
Transitions—in and out
Of awareness
At night
At day
Transitioning into togetherness
After breaking free
Not so much transition
More elemental force
Breaking free
Thrown together
Liminal spaces
In between
The hours, the days, the weeks
In between all of us
Are we seeking to arrive?
As it began
so it ends
Geh mit Gott
Aber Geh
Razzmatazz
Embezzled
Breeding
Absence
Futile
Angry
Lost
her
Go
I
Go
gag
Love
Jujus
Trying
Muzzled
expected
quickstep
juxtaposes
Healing hearts
not the kitschy stuff
healing hearts
the hard way
herding the echoes
of the soul
back into their pathway
Once upon a time
When darkness reigned
When grief had swallowed
the hallowed ground
Once upon a time
When loneliness reigned
When denial had killed
the sacred bound
Once upon a time
When pettiness reigned
When ego had warped
all reality
In that time
once upon
the caged bird finally broke free
Your Hate is an empty echo
You scream it into the voids of the virtual realm
It shows shallow understanding:
Of yourself, your behaviour, your ignorance,
Your manipulation, your anger, your violence
Your Hate does not reach me
No matter how hard you try
Because it aims at a person—a version you created of me—that does not exist
Your Hate attacks a projection of your own pain—not me
Yet you cannot see this
Because Your Hate
Red mist—even after such a long time
Clouds your judgement
Of your self
Of others—not just me
Others you have wronged with misdirected hate
Others you have wronged with victimizing yourself
Silent Atonement I had to exercise for believing your smokescreen of hate
And so I prayed
And lid candles
I asked for your soul to be saved
But you need to want saving
And you don’t
Because being saved
Is painful
Hate
Is easy
Poetry by Nathalie 