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Haecceity
The forests that once grew in my heart,
then were cut down without compassion
who could have known
that from their ashes
they would dare to remember spring again?
Who could have believed
that broken roots still trust the earth,
that seeds are not offended by pain,
that with her
they would scatter themselves once more
into life.
My soul, dragged through the depths of darkness,
did not know it was waiting for light.
While I was speaking the language of night,
she arrived quietly,
carrying dawn in her hands,
and without knowing it,
she wrote my name into the morning.
As I wrestled with the existential ache of my being,
a stranger even to myself,
who could have known
she would become the balm to that existentialist thoughts?
Not with promises,
not with grand declarations
but simply by being,
simply by being her.
The Unknown Road
A February eve, and snowflakes fall
So soft, so gentle, above it all.
From my window, my eyes are drawn
To a forest path, both still and wan.
Who once walked those narrow trails?
With silent grief and frozen veils...
Can she, my heart, take that same way?
Is she that brave won’t run, won’t sway?
But hearts, they rise when called to roam
She stood and left her silent home.
“I’m going now,” she whispered low,
“They’re waiting there, I have to go.”
And then she walked with quiet grace,
And vanished on that unknown trace.
The Black Swan
Long, long years ago,
a swan glided into my garden
around two o'clock at night.
I approached my window
In that dark night,
it was a light within my heart.
With sorrowful eyes,
it wandered through my garden.
I went downstairs,
opened my door
but I couldn’t see it.
I tried to call out,
tried desperately,
but my tongue was tied,
as if locked.
I climbed back to my window,
looked again...
There it was—yes, I say it was there.
The feathers of that black swan were glowing,
illuminating everything.
It walked,
coming closer to my door.
I took a deep breath
it was coming, yes, it was coming.
Then suddenly,
Cangrene
When the clouds of sorrow covered the sky,
these misty eyes looked at those clouds
so deeply and meaningfully — they gazed,
and then, straightening up, asked
themselves,
"How can I return this broken piece in my heart
back to that heart?"
Because you had left me
before I could kiss you.
Was this some kind of awakening?
Perhaps this sorrowful mind
was finally becoming self-aware.
Then the mind, which had been sitting, thinking,
rose again — it hit that wall,
it screamed, it thrashed about,
because it wanted to be noticed.
But what could calm it?
Understanding? Love? Maybe consolation?
All of that had long since withered for it.
There was no pain anymore, no sadness.
What remained was a dull emptiness
where the mind struggled.
Then it spoke to the heart,
"Don’t do it!" it decided:
"That broken piece of yours —
it keeps growing,
tear out that darkness!" it said.
Ve 22...
Zor oldu buralara kadar gelmek, bir şeyleri anlamaya, anlatmaya ve kendimi ifade etmeye çalışmak ama bir yolunu buldum. Yıkıldım, üzüldüm, mahvoldum bunun için de çoğu yerde sendelemek zorunda kaldım ama hep bir yolunu bularaktan ayakta kalmayı başardım ve bunun için herkese ve her şeye bana zarar veren herhangi bir detay olsa bilene minnettarım. Bana verilen her bir darbeye, beni incitmeye çalışan her bir insana çok teşekkür ederim çünkü onlar sayesinde birçok ders aldım ve ona göre hareket etmeye çalıştım. Beni incitemezssiniz çünkü hiç birinize o hakkı vermedim vermeyeceğim daha. Ve son olarak hayatımda olan mükemmel arkadaşlarım ve ailem ( akrabalar dışında ) hepinize sahip olduğum için ne kadar mutlu ve onurluyum bunu anlatmam. Nice güzel senelere...