by Laura Labno
I finished a sentence, and it was a closing line.
It finished me off just like my worries tried to.
But like stars finish daytimes this love finished
Like butterflies struggle to fly in the rain
I struggled to glide through the clouds.
But now the sun inside me grows greater
Like under a spell and
Looking at something thinking that it is
Better or that I am. (Or that we are separate.)
I finish spilling salts into our spaces. I finish
waiting for love and I let myself
Love myself instead.
Like a bird leaving
A rotten nest
Like an arrow I shoot myself
Into something brighter than past.
Collecting words which hurt me like something sharp
I create new patterns like in a mosaique.
I reflect myself in interpretations like in a surface
Of a lake which is finally clear.
I fly like time through arrays of fresh possibilities. And I grab
what’s out there with more gratitude than greed.
This is my Finale as the Dharma Wheel spins
Laura is a 24 years old amateur writer, and an aspiring Clinical Psychologist, from Poland. She did a Psychology and Childhood studies degree at Bangor University in Wales and a Psychology Masters at the University of St Andrews in Scotland. In her free time Laura loves spending time outdoors, meditating, cooking for her loved ones and, most of all, reading.
Instagram - @lauraursulalabno