Fortune favours me when I’m asleep,
the little forgetfulness
found in one twenty hours,
I’m not part of the world
even if I’ll wake covered
in sweat.
I’m grateful for the black
the neither being myself nor
someone who wants not to be herself,
I favour not knowing
my shadow is being crushed
under me or…
Under me is the sky I…
I thought to aspire towards,
towards…
I fell from high place
a place I dreamt to be my abode
I found myself, covered in different
colours yet my favourite absent
I was, I am now…grey.
I’m grateful for the black
the neither being myself nor
someone who wants not to be herself.
That Gut Wrenching Poetry 