"Basement Woman"
- Juna Franka

- 13. Feb.
- 1 Min. Lesezeit
I'm letting her out of the basement today!
I know I am mad
but I don't feel a thing,
anger is playing hide and seek with me again
& I don't have the energy to pretend.
The door's closed
and guarded by a scary grinning cat
that wants me to smile through the pain,
be a queen & hold up my head.
You see,
grief I know by now,
helplessness I can endure,
even loneliness & despair have become my friends,
- but anger?
I don't know her!
She lives in the shadows,
rarely says a word,
turned away from me,
keeps staring at the wall
and the cat says I just shouldn't bother.
But something's changing
and I can't live like this anymore,
so I'm letting her out of the basement today,
not sure she's strong enough for the fresh air
but she can sit in the sun
& warm up her face
until she's ready to scream
& tell me about all of her pain.
Wenn du das Gedicht hier gefunden hast - Danke, dass du da bist!
Ich würde mich freuen, von dir zu hören.

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