I can’t imagine living without the debt of time.
Not caring or daring to waste it all and let go by.
But the fear of dropping dead.
Makes living with time a nightmare.
And brings shivers down my spine when planning my life ahead.
Anxiety
With all that she fears in life.
She moves or not.
All that she loves and likes.
Fearless fantasize.
She holds onto a lot.
This is the woman I see.
Standing behind her kitchen window.
Peeking side.
Reflecting what and who she wants to be.
M.P.Yasmine
Trees
We see you.
Teared up and cold.
Burying the hunger for normality beneath you.
With deep going roots you fight.
Between hope and fear.
In worlds plain sight.
Your strength is extremely high.
you lead a moral example.
The people around the globe can not deny.
We see you.
A beautiful forest with deep rooted trees.
Standing ground for the freedom you belong to.