Snow Balls

I need to turn my emotions into something

Write them down, lock them in a book

So they can let me be, a freer being

A better me, or try again, at least , to unhook

From my need to control, to decide, to know.

So I take a break and sit down

On a rock, by a path.

So I can watch everyone else passing me by.

I become the witness,

of my own mind. Of my own life

Of my own lies.

“You’re no good at this!”

Says the familiar voice in my head.

I can feel tears filling my eyes

So I gently smile and crave for bread.

I do think I’m no good at this

But it only matters if I care

About feeling worthy of any value

If you remove the thought of self esteem then I dare

Walking around bare feet and taking things on a new face:

faith value.

Noemie.