I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, I will proudly.
*posted firstly in May 2019, reviewed in May 2020
it did not suspect anything
it was advancing fearing nothing
it did not need courage
all its life was on his face
It was hard to find a place in the crowd to make a difference, any one, to find a niche, a speech in her single and isolated cell. Once she lost herself in the anonymity of the crowd without looking for her place, she lost herself in the details. hey have been looking for her since, and have occasionally found her.
Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)