************* Poem *************
*** Self-quest and reconciliation ***
I walk, without knowing that the path calls me
The wind blows promises engraved in my past
Before my dreams awaken, the void shapes me
I am the shadow of the choices that the unconscious has traced.
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Our steps, buried in the clay of past ills,
Guided by wounds, echoes of our emotions.
When fragile love hides behind a veil,
The child in us awaits, lost in the brain.
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We learn to survive without knowing how to love each other,
To build walls to avoid the abyss,
Deprived of affection, of these arms never found,
We navigate without a compass in this world without rhyme.
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Then, in the adult we become, silence sets in,
The lack of trust digs immense ditches,
Each silent word becomes a tombstone
On the path we trace, blind, towards suffering.
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Our past decisions, woven in the dark,
By furtive hands, well hidden in the shadows.
This evil we do is only a repeated resonance,
Of a pain we have hardly been able to name or understand.
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To forgive ourselves, with roots so deep,
When the wounded child still whispers in the dark,
And the adult carries his burden without seeing it,
We must reconcile, heal in a second.
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I see the threads of time, woven in my thoughts,
The unconscious master, painting the future of the past,
And in this labyrinth, I seek, I try,
To learn to love myself, finally, like the others.
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[Antoinette FRANCIS]
