Birds follow my commuting train
And measure with me to the south
In this rainy day.
Their voices are far,
their wings looking for adventure in the lab,
My hands in a bag of chips
Fitted for breakfast.
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Tag: alone
Silent inside
In a shower of doubts
At the end of a crucial day.
Alone i shine
And taste life at its full
However spending the day
Building fences.
I restrict my fence
And move them closer to my belly
Creating a nest I can only fit in.
Hay and dry flowers around me
Cover this atmosphere of mistrust
And, for a while,
The greyness gets a shade of nature.
I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.
No signal, alone, no network,
reassure me while moving
through the day.
What is needed is here
and the energy gets lost in the web
of relations and demands.
Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.
Drops from my forehead
Fall gracelessly on the paper
And reminds me of the time passed.
Late in the night,
I will remember only the joy and the childish dubious faith,
But now the effort is real
And the struggle in my mental muscles.
Leave me behind with no regret,
I will thank you when I will reach you,
Alone and proud,
Tired and older.
We share no path,
Yet we walk together,
And hold hands against the tide.
As I grow older,
Time seems to accelerate
And Push me aside from the competition.
Valuable minutes are spent
And I do not notice
But I miss them
When alone in bed
I am hurt by what could not be done
today.
I opened today the door
To trust and uncertainty
To give a chance to a future
I cannot imagine.
In every lab,
Peers and rivals
Put their word in the closing sentence
And hold shaky hands
in times of indetermination.
I sit today
Alone and not lonely
Like a modern woman searching
and possessing her space.
Overqualified and clearminded
Are just traits she shows in her work,
Selected between being a romantic, traditional, and self-doubting.
The importance of events
Is measured in the time
They demand from us.
Taking the time
Is standing still
And yet it is hard.
Allowing ourselves experiences is a luxury
And a lesson to learn
We all owe to our selves
Running everyday
In fields of discomfort.
The rain is coming
And the daisy closes its petals
Waiting patiently for the good day.
Nature tells the way.
Let time pass,
And stay closed
Looking inside
For the turmoil to be over.