Zywa I want to fly

Is there a language for
me, who I am?

I want to speak out
otherwise I cannot exist

I refuse to languish
in a corner

the filth

of what happened
not pretend that

nothing has happened
and live around it

around myself, around
the discomfort in me

about the nice experiences
which let the other ones in

the unnameable
things he did

that made me fall
without flying

Poem 2177
Amsterdam, 2019-03-23

Falling is like flying (Manon Uphoff)
Book "Vallen is als vliegen"
Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Abuse (at home) 
Tribute to: Uphoff, Manon 
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