Diving Independence | Tebuireng Online

Not a wound anymore

I walked from the ruins
with an empty chest
with dead eyes
troubling the night
Bring my broken fragment

But the morning still comes
and the sun still shines
even though my soul is wet with memories

now I’m not injured anymore
I am proof that the soul can heal
I was a cry that turned into laughter
I am the dark who learns to love light

I’m independent
Not because of forgetting
but because it’s already in peace

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Home back

I used to be a house without a roof
My Dindingkak is cracked
The floor of my heart is cold

people come then leave
none of them live to really see

I picked up the debris
from each loss
And from there I rebuild myself
slow
with the love that I learned myself

I planted hope on my chest page
And the morning began to grow there
with birds singing in my nada

I’m now a safe place for me myself
No need for pseudo hug
No need to confess

This is home
it’s me
And I’m happy

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In dry soil

On the ground that has been dry
I planted a wound
Watering it with tears
waiting for him to grow up

Time passed like a tired wind
And I stay there
reaching hard land

But then
From the wound, a small tree grows
fragile
But live

I smile
for the first time for a long time
Because you know
that what grows from wounds
Can be a garden

now I live in that park
Walk without burden
Breathless

I’m prosperous
Because no longer against the past
I am happy
Because now I choose myself

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Writer: trough