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As usual my chest is swarmed
Inside me teeny-tiny bees are swirling.
I now know it's the lack of sleep
and stress of the last weeks
I wish I could tell my younger self that this feeling is not the end of me
and sleep and rest is most I need at the moment.
And I wish I could tell her -
The lonely girl in the back of the class
With very few friends,
Afraid to speak up -
That everything will work out fine.
By the age of just 19
She'll feel alright again
She'll have friends who look out,
She'll regulate herself better
Her needs are met
And most of all
She has met somebody who makes the room fall away.
It does not fall into ignorance -
By 19 someone has joined her side.
When she now sits in a crowded room,
Surrounded by shouts and arguing and noisy complaints
It's not her heart that leaps and her skin crawling from her bones
But her eyes that travel across the room
When they lay upon him -
The loud voices fall a bit more shallow
And a smile dares to peak on her face.
In his eyes she finds the peace of the forrest
In his hand near to hers lingers the calmness of the falcon trailing in the sky
Just like she watches the camoille swaying with the weat
She finds herself refecting
And loving her young man.
I wish I could write her a letter
To tell her to keep her head up
Not to stare at the ground she walks
But rather into the blue sky and it's clouds
They take on every form and shape there is
Carrie her far away
I wish I could encourage her to life her life a little more carefree
But all I have is a life at just 19.