LAST NIGHT I KILLED A DEAMON

I‘m not pretending to be holy

neither do I claim to have arrived

so many times my heart got broken

yet somehow I have survived.

Deep inside my heart I know that 

what comes up is ready to heal

no one else can do this for me

it’s up to my capacity to feel.

Whenever judgement leaves my tongue

I’m just a puppet of my pain

unable to see what’s underneath it

standing lonely in the rain.

With every tear I free from grief

I polish the diamond in my heart

turns every encounter into a teacher

and true love into an art.

© 2022 | Annabelle Bini | 18.2.2021