I feel you and me falling into 

a renewed willingness
to choose the flow of Life

 finding ways to Love

even as it hides
its beautiful face

I feel every step our hearts take

to find within the deepest recesses

of kindness and self worth

Renewing as we go
our wish to present a curvy softness

to Life´s cutting edges

and ugly masks

For that

my heart and soul love even more

I choose

to accompany

the Beauty of Love

as I walk down this path

next to you

Flowery sword

A paradox lies within me

Coiled under its cool shiny scales

Eyes still, split tongue quivering

Testing the atmosphere 

Ready to cut deep through the walls of my bones

Slicing the marrow of my core

Kind coldness thickly trickling inside

Setting fire to wounds

of old feelings

I felt the cut of a disguised sword

sweetly saying that my words are too flowery

accompanied by an -"its okay"-

What I hear are layers of grey implications

and criticism as I am pulled back

by the slingshot of my woundedness 

A child I become

separate from my beauty

by howling winds of shame

Shipwrecked in an ocean

of tears, I extend my hand

and bring my self back

as I swim, returning  

to the shore of my written 

words

Remembering the joy of restoring 

the spaciousness

the freedom to be 

exactly 

me