back to the center
to the place where everything started
and from where I feel so estranged
but where I can be who I am meant to be
Back to the center
to the place where I dreamt about another life
and from where I flown away
Back to the center
following the silvery trail that I drew when I left
Back to the center
to the place where I can be involved in complex dynamics that I am afraid I cannot bear again
because there is a delicate cord that ties me to my mom,
a cord that is stronger than my fear to my complicated family and our troubled circumstances
Back to the center
to the place where she is awaiting
with my new voice, my new gained strength
Back to the center...
we have been fellow traveler for a long time and we will go hand in hand till the end
PS: My mother has been seriously ill, she is getting a bit better, and this is why I am behind with my post. Now that I am a bit quieter, I am transcribing my impressions of previous days
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1 comment:
Zena, it is so hard sometimes to find that place, that centered place of mind...
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