Tell me.
If I asked you about all the things you love,
what would that list really be about?
Your family?
You friends?
You favorite place?
Or would it be about those lovely times
when you had a smile on you sad face?
Would it be about your favorite cup of tea?
Sweater season and that rainy smell of trees?
Or about mountains and all those views?
About sunrises, which bring some good news?
It may be about wildflowers.
About that only one emarald lake.
It may be about earth spirit that's really hard to break.
Or about all small things that your memories created,
while you lived your basic life
for a miracle waited.
Would it be about his humor and smile?
About his eyes?
His voice telling the stories you like?
Would it be about the sky above?
The Universe filled wiht all these stars?
About your favorite song to sing
and person to paint?
Or about moments when you truly feld that unshakeble faith?
Tell me.
How long would it take for you to say your own name?
How many things would it be
before you put yourself into that golden frame?
And how many excuses would you bring then?
Pretending like you love yourself,
but for now
you just somehow forget again.
How many times
for real
do you think about yourself that way?
Tell me.
How many time did you believe in a words you say?
Please tell me.
How many times did you look into a mirror without a simple pray
for a while be someone else
instead of being proud of who you are today.
Do it for me,
for yourself.
And look at all the pain you had to slay
for being here today and having all that power to say:
"I am who I am
and who I was meant to be.
I am proud of myself
and of finally knowing that all the paths are in my lead.
And all those stories that I was forced to read
I know
they will never repeat.
if I say so
and let myself be freed."
- Evie Bayles