Self-Locked

 1st Phase of a personal lockdown

Self-locked

 

Denial brought my world into a still state

Blocking feelings, into fantasy immerse.

Nice escape for a scared human being

But the blanket won’t fight the ghosts again.

 

Closing eyes to an open heart fully aware

Of mumbling steps on tiptoes towards the unknown

Where have the path gone?

Breathe and dream that reality becomes fair.

 

For a time and a place no longer valid.

For a state of mind that squirm itself.

 

Can dreams lift a heavy heart?

Maybe visuals can show me a turn

Where I do not fear the invisible

Where reality is a fake illusion made.

 

So close your eyes and go inwards

Hold my hand and embrace me

I will whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm”

Even if tears follow the warmth.

 

I feel that I fell much better

Down a rabbit hole much more

Comfy, reversed, sound.

Where the tree’s tears can hug me.

I have lost all good sense,

Or the bad just left me

Well attended and hopeful

That hopeless is not ingredient for my world.

Fear comes and goes as a still stranger.

Certainty was never certain.

Just a mere smile before sleep:

Someday all this will be a bad dream.


13/9/2020

2nd piece submitted to WESTIVAL 2020

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