Moments/Øyeblikk

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These crystal clear days

pastel evenings and 

velvet blue nights. 

These collections of moments
that are my life. 

Each moment is all there is.

Disse krystallklare dagene
pastellfargede kvelder og
mørke fløyelsblå netter.
Denne samlingen av øyeblikk
som er mitt liv.
Hvert øyeblikk er alt som er.

Survival

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You used to be my support
and shelter
my base
my anchor

Without you I am
thrown out of the boat

I drift aimlessly
tossed around by waves
in this life's ocean
sometimes pulled down
forced to hold my breath until I
can't stand it any longer
until I swallow water
and sink

Then I'm being pushed back
up to the surface by
unexpected currents
and at the same time
I gasp for air and
rid myself of
sickening sea water

Later
in the evening light
I float on a calm golden surface
grateful that I have survived
one
more
storm

Du var min støtte og 

beskyttelse

min base 

mitt anker

Uten deg er jeg 

kastet ut av båten

jeg driver målløst

kastet rundt av bølger

i dette livets hav

av og til blir jeg trukket ned

og tvunget til å holde pusten til

jeg ikke holder det ut lenger

og jeg svelger vann og 

synker

Så blir jeg dyttet opp

til overflaten igjen av

uventede strømmer

jeg gisper etter luft og

kvitter meg med 

kvalmende sjøvann

Senere

i kveldslyset

flyter jeg på en rolig gylden overflate

takknemlig for å ha overlevd

enda 

en

storm

 

Liberated Lines 5 Roar

I live my life
I am fine but
one day I
start sobbing
and I
sink down
And lying on my stomach
on my kitchen floor
I am kicking and screaming
roaring
until I have no more
voice
no more
tears
no more
sobs
no more
conscious thoughts left in my head
hoping that you can somehow
hear me
see me

I am in so much agony
because you are not here
any more

Liberated Lines 4 Incantation Let me sing my life

Let me sing my life

before I forget
what my voice sounds like

let me shine 
and be released

as I resolve my issues

may I depend on myself

and be my own shelter
open to myself

always dedicated to my new belief

that I design my life

let me review my life 

but never turn back

I did not crave this revolution

but I have won it

Liberated Lines 2 Naming Your Bones

My bones hold my most sacred truths
that I am strong and resilient
vulnerable and guarded
creative
hard as nails and light as a feather

I am a twig on a tree
with roots and branches
that go beyond my imagination

I am a human being
I am stardust
I am love.

Liberated Lines 1 My true names

I am a mother
grieving for her son
I am a wife
grieving for her husband
I am raw and
I ache for comfort

I am a survivor
I am strength
I am overcoming
I am picking myself up and moving forward

I am my own best friend and worst enemy,
and I am invisible.

I want to live barefoot

I want to live barefoot.

I don’t want to bother with

shoes and socks

or woolly hats that

tickle and flatten my hair.

No more heavy parkas and

leg warmers,

or gloves that make it

impossible

to handle a camera.

I am sick of heavy grey skies

that leak constantly,

and barely 6 hours of daylight.

That hot water bottle

that keeps me warm at night,

- it has to go!

I want to sleep under a canopy

of palm leaves

and walk barefoot on a

secluded beach

wearing only a sarong.

I want my body to be

kissed by the sun

while I sip Piña Coladas

and wade through turquoise water.

(The poem that became a verbal vision board)

Sometimes I see you

Sometimes I see you flying over me

on naked wings,

your elegant neck

gently bowed towards me,

beconing.

A new flame of clarity

reveals your message

as I look inside 

and see my own wings

You blow away the world.

I follow you over the plains to the river,

and in the red light of the first dawn

all we ever wanted comes true.

Weeping willows

Weeping willows 

shelter a pierced soul

while crusty earth soaks up feverish tears.

A brittle soul on the mend

still wears the unbearable loss

like a constraining sheath.

Every day gentle breezes 

charm up memories

that in turn explode,

rustling the sheath 

tearing up old wounds.

* * * * *

With Giddy Clarity

With giddy clarity I listen to my own breath
as I venture out into a bitter, tumultuous world.
Step by step I practice my breathing,
and within me a fire awakens.