so who am I,
when I stand against the wind?
when the last sunbeams kiss my skin?
when the shadows grow?
who am I,
when I stand alone?
when the last waves become quiet?
when my roots grow into the sand?
I‘ve asked myself these questions,
and what I‘ve learned is
that if you take your time,
if you dig deep,
if you go past the chatter of your mind,
past the lingering hurt,
past the lies you like to tell yourself,
you will find
– and there will be shimmering lights,
and shades of darknesses.
there will be true serenity.
there will be release.