All in vain, they tell you.
Since the moment you were born
heavy chills go down your spine
thinking,
nothing grows back
and nothing is never enough.
You go through life
with sorrow in your living soul,
and conundrums in your achy bones.
You flow between the stars at night,
hoping that one day
you’ll reach those moments
of these forgotten lines.
You go up and down
the stream of life
in search of, perhaps,
the solid ground
you’ve been avoiding
your entire life.
Never enough, they say.
Going back and forth
through violent storms,
pouring blood and shame
and ripping clouds
with hidden rage.
By Ioana Moldovan
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