One line a day,
I promised myself to write,
even if it is bs.
One line a day,
to exorcize the evil spirits,
to de-demonize my heart,
to clear out the air of the room.
One line a day
might not seem enough
or good enough,
but it’s there,
written,
engraved out of the soul’s depths.
One line a day
is all I need to start over
fresh,
anew
like an explorer in a strange land,
but this time,
I’ve been invited over
to sit and talk
with its people.
One line a day,
as I wake up at dawn,
alone in my chamber,
like a maid whose
day’s work is daunting her.
One line a day,
as I go to bed at night,
after working hard
on earning the food
that’s waiting for you on the table.
One line a day,
for the pain,
the misery,
the world around me
I can’t explain,
the clouds,
the forests,
the lakes,
the dead flowers in my yard,
the travelers,
the workers,
the family,
the friends,
the light in the morning,
the darkness at night.
One line a day
for the words buried in me,
haunting me,
and the ones that came before me.
One line a day,
for tomorrow,
our dreams
and Hope.
Photo: Walking in Stadspark, Groningen, NL. December 2018. Minolta Dynax 7000i (AF 35-105mm). Earl Grey Lomography Film 200, 35mm film.