I was left alone
in a room
without openings
it seemed
no light or meaning
Nothing entered
except the song of birds
and some musical tones.
Secluded inside,
as a zombie in the world
trying to make sense
and find an outlet.
This was my life
as long as I can
remember
I have had glimpses
of awakening, lightening
up the room fully
to show there do exists
doors after doors
Now beams of light
reach me every day
and the mind is
slowly opening
trying to find words
and pictures of
expression
The me want to be
expressed from all
angles
And I am grateful
that you are here
with me making this
to be possible
in this special way
Love,
Lilie
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