Armour up

My skin is soothed
With creams and ailments
I carefully spread at night.
The armour is on
And the shield risen towards the coming sun.
Unreasonable demands and chaotic requests
Are bounced back by the integrity
of the protection I am wearing
And space is created inside and outside of me.

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Foody storm

Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.