תגית: Mia Katz

On that day

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On that day, it was too much to bear. My heart wasn't yet healed from the last time it broke, making it weak.
On that day, my head was too full of stories written by me. Too many tales told to be able to read anything not written by myself.
On that day, my lips were too dry, my throat was too sore. Winter had passed, but it had left its mark.
It was too much to bear.
My body was not there
My heart wasn't cured, my head was still full
Of stories
My breath could barely escape my body into the outside world,
Let alone my words.
On that day,
It was too much to bear.
All I could do
Was stare.
Straight into the crowd, my eyes filled with the last rain drops of winter,
Not daring to flow like rivers in case next winter brings with it no rain.
The crowd wouldn't stare back.
It couldn't
I was too much.
On that day, I was too much to bear.

I scream your name

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God
I scream out your name
God
In a field full of
Sunflowers.
I do it again
In a field full of
Tulips.
One last try
In a field full
Of roses.
You scream my name back
I can hear it
Your scream is like a soft mother's whisper
Telling people to be quiet while holding her newborn child.
That's how far you are from me
Your scream
Is a whisper.

Dare To Leave

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I can see you.
The door might
Be closed,
But my eyes,
My eyes,
Are wide open.
Knock on the door
Or don't,
It doesn't make
A difference,
But dare to enter.
Dare to stare me
Straight in the eye
For the last time.
When you're done staring,
Walk back through the door.
Close it behind you,
Or don't,
It doesn't make a difference.
But dare to leave
And never come back.

Nuestra Historia

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Reescribimos nuestra historia todos los días.
Hay momentos que escribimos con pluma, porque estamos convencidos, o queremos creer, que estos son momentos que necesitan ser constantes. Momentos que queremos quedarnos para siempre. Pero olvidamos que una gota de agua es suficiente para manchar la tinta. En otros momentos elegimos escribir con lápiz, en caso de que nos arrepientamos y querramos cambiar la historia. Pero olvidamos que un lápiz deja un grabado en la página que un borrador no puede borrar.
Y hay momentos en los que elegimos no escribir, sino contar. En caso de que querramos olvidarlos, o recordarlos de manera diferente de lo que paso. Pero olvidamos que la gente se acuerda, y la gente no olvida recordar.