Poem Lion
Rage is furious like a firing flame
Breaking through my bones,
It feels as if
I’m going to break the wall
And break myself,
Will I?
No.
Because I am a Lion,
And I survive my rage,
And I let this fucking rage burn to the ashes
Not inside myself,
But on the paper,
And I am letting it dissolve
And fade slowly
Like the fire does,
And I am letting it go
Like the fucking past goes,
I am letting it end,
Like the end ends.
I am a Lion,
And there is lioness
Inside myself
There is rage
And peace
At the same time,
There is anger
And compassion
At the same time,
There is hatred
And love
At the same time.
And I let my Lion
Live in me,
Because he makes me
Me.