Category Archives: Diary
Totally get the sentiment in this.
I was supposed to call you
every now and then,
I was supposed to ask you
how you’ve been.
But once you drove far enough away
not to care anymore
I never did.
I still know a song about dinosaurs we wrote
but I don’t know a thing
about you now.
Because you’d shave your head in secret
and say that we were close,
because you called me a contra
after all that time.
We were never supposed to change,
All that talk about honesty,
it came with hard conditions,
and I was never really the plan.
Not a contra.
It’s been a hundred years
but I think you’re fine
that I never called
’cause you called me a contra.
And a hundred years of maybe
becoming a contra
“Here, together, I can at lastappear clearly to myself”
I am here because there is no refuge, finally from myself.
Until I confront myself in the eyes and hearts of others, I am running.
Until I suffer them to know my secrets, I have no safety from them.
Afraid to be known, I can know neither myself nor any other, I will be alone.
Where else but in our common ground, can I find such a mirror?
Here, together, I can at last appear clearly to myself, not as a giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears, but as a person, part of the whole, with my share in its purpose.
In this ground I can take root and grow, not alone any more, as in death, but alive to myself and to others.