viernes, 6 de enero de 2017

remission

I need to lick my wounds,
cut my stitches,
Rest and be full again.

I need to comb my hair,
wash my face.
Nurse myself to sanity again.

So let me rejoice in my misery,
Nurture my sadness away.
It will be painful to watch,
but it will jump-start me again.
The floor is trembling
and so are you.
Your structure is breaking,
leaving rubble everywhere.

Yet when you look into a mirror, 
you look just the same.
In the scheme of things, 
everybody is moving foward, 
yet you seem stuck on the same place.

But baby,
do not ever forget:
the moon is always the same,
and so are you.
Be brave.