While I was drowning in tears, pinned to the bed,<\/p>\n
\u00a0a very loud voice said in my head:<\/p>\n
\u201cBeing born is the worst thing that could happen<\/p>\n
\u00a0and it already happened to me!\u201d<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t like it but it\u2019s quite positive, you see:<\/p>\n
The worst is done, you can\u2019t do worse than that.<\/p>\n
No wrong turns – no matter how tilted the hat.<\/p>\n
The physical manifestation can be a nightmare<\/p>\n
\u00a0but it can also take you k(NO)w where.<\/p>\n
The worst deed is done, you are free.<\/p>\n
Free of the fears you can let yourself BE!<\/p>\n
Someday you\u2019ll go, removing physical chains.<\/p>\n
Eternity isn\u2019t defined by the paths of the veins.<\/p>\n
This body may be a temporary cage<\/p>\n
but inside was born a rare blank page.<\/p>\n
It was spat on, beaten, kicked around,<\/p>\n
quietly suffering, without making a sound<\/p>\n
after it was crumpled! Soaked! Squished!<\/p>\n
And was often others\u2019 favourite dish…<\/p>\n
It quenched that strong inner thirst\u2026<\/p>\n
Just by deeply knowing the worst.<\/p>\n
It realized it was still blank underneath,<\/p>\n
and always a part of the almighty heath.<\/p>\n
2018<\/p>\n