Zywa Where the sun is quiet

On the back of the beast
I struggle My Struggle
thrown around in myself
by an eternal storm

I laugh me strong
and love myself enough
to be willing to change
but it is tiring

to start over and over again
Just kidding! I already know who I am
I can explain everything
including why
I like to be out of balance
within my limits

The parties are elsewhere
and heaven does not exist
but I'm safe
not bored

the bees buzz
life whistles
idiosyncraticly
through the cracks

Poem 2923
Amsterdam, 2020-04-15

Collection: Lilith's Powers 
Keyword: Balance: 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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