understanding my wounds

in my little corner
my spirit is blocked
by incoherence
of the uncertainties
my life created a void
black holes of suppressed energies
something is dying
inside me
soon i have to mourn
and let go
of dead cells
bury my shadows
mount my mask
in the portrait of the past

my soul is tired
weary and lost
i feel numb, indifferent,
irritable
the fire is fading
i am over flooded by
many tasks and expectations
but despite these all
life is kinder
nurturing and challenging
life is good
the pains bring me back
the pulse
to live