She suddenly stops
Folds inside
Looks into her soul
Into her feel
Because Life
The world
Her body
Her thoughts
Make her feel
How does she overwhelm?
From where? From when?
She doesn’t even know what it means
TO FEEL
But it is the word she has learnt
spelt peeled knit
The word fits the most
Into the waves she has been through
The backwash brings her
A new vision A new decision A new mission
The tide roots her
She guesses She infuses She inspires
She opens her heart to reach the port
The Port of Hope
Where the Sun arises in the middle of the night
Where she becomes herself
the Moon the Sun and millions of stars in light years
She feels where she comes from She loves what she is
She creates what she loves She loves what she creates
Her light showers
Everybody Everywhere
she goes touches speaks thinks does dreams loves
She imprints the Earth
Like a memory from yesterday
Like a piece of Sun
Like a music of wonder
Richer from what she has loved
She questions and dissects
Is what she feels enough?
Is what she is useful?
Is where she is from alike?
Does what she creates serve around?
She cleanses her spirit her soul her body
She makes better
Of her surroundings of her close ones
Fearless and blameless
Humbly and simply
She gets better at being her
Strong lunar soul
Powerful regal heart
Pure shiny being
Justine T.Annezo – July, 3rd 2024 – GTM+2
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 