A sinking feeling; a heavy reminder of being.
Dragging the feet to the moment of feeling free.
The voices whisper and point in the opposite direction,
but it’s a sinking feeling; the heavy reminder of being.
To be flying – to be gliding – away from existence,
as rainbow-dreams twist inside, yearning to escape;
to break free.
Time is a capsule, which blooms with every wonder.
The burning hope filling my heart – the light and thunder.
Let my soul dream to be and be to dream,
so that this fire burn forever inside of me.
© Ilka Steyn, 2017. All rights reserved.
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