Everything I am able to be...
Being alone.
Feeling safe-but also captured in myself.
Isolated but feeling occupied with painful memories. Soldiers who bother me, want to destroy this last tiny willingness to stay in contact with the present. Me.
With the world which is hard and makes you cry but then it dries your cheeks with sunshine and bird chants tell you everything's okay.
But then this kind of world catches you where the pictures are painted with fear, disgust,guilt...and this painful shame.
Shame which forbids to share your history...these experiences you'd hope to be released from.
But you persist and keep quiet. Staying alone.
Because you can't endure the thought to be considered by someone more as...filthy and stained...

By Maren Frühlinger

Twitter: Maren_Sky