Out of Breath

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A chat between illusion and reality, an eruption of feelings…

This forest is so dense,
It is too dark, misty and cold,
I can hear the ice cracking its jokes,
I can feel my breath breaking,
I am alone.

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Dark Forest

I am running and,
I cannot catch my breath,
This place is too immense,
It is too damp and the ground too steep,
I am trying not to fall,
I am holding tight to stay alive,
I do not belong in this dimension,
I just stopped breathing and I fell in this unfamiliar place,
Above me is a place too dark and below me is a swamp.

swamp

Swamp

When will the sun come out?
My lovely sun, that keeps me warm, and envelopes me with love and protection,

sunMy lovely Sun

As I face this place that has tried to steal my soul and locked me in this dark cold forest,
I wish for the light, and in my mind I am running towards it,
Searching for a glimpse, looking for a sign, nothing can be seen.

I hate this noisy silence,
I hate this fake smile,
I hate this strange pat on the back,
I hate this look of deception,
I hate this pretense,
I hate this indifference.

Why? Why am I out of breath?

I was once a dancing Gypsy living under the sun,

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I was a child of the light, blowing golden dust and breathing into the endless fields of lavender,

Lavender Field

Lavender Fields

Why am I in this dark place? Who has cast a spell?

I will not stop running,
I will not give up,
I will keep on searching for the light,
I will not stop dreaming of my sun,
I will not stop breathing,
I will not stop dancing,

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

Photo credit: Dorina Costras

I might be out of breath now,
But I am not out of soul.
I will come out of this dark miserable place and,
I will forgive you for throwing me there,

Gypsywoman

I will breathe, I will breathe again and,
Even if you hurt me,
I will blow you some golden dust, to fill your icy heart with love, and color your life with light,

blowmagicdustGypsy magic dust

I am a Gypsy with an eternal soul,
I sometimes stop breathing,
I live different lives,
I taste different flavors,
I fall, I die, I stop breathing,
But my willpower is my fight,
For my life is a beaming light,
And I always emerge…
I dance for love, I breathe for adventure,
I am peace, and I bring peace wherever I land,

Love and Light

Love and Light

I breathe, I breathe, I breathe light.

28 responses »

  1. Pingback: #Poem of a fighting Gypsy Soul with #Photography | johndwmacdonald

  2. Arrrgh, Beautiful as we dance, along in the Sun beams gathering our light in laughter.. Shimmering magical moments we travellers capture between the spaces of a paused breath.. We shake off the dark cold icicles that keep us frozen in time… We know only joy .. For to breathe.. is to live! 🙂

    Wonderful descriptive poem, enhanced with your beautiful photos .. Loved it.. xxxx Blessings Sue xox

    • Dear Sue! Your comment means so much to me,,,we might have met before:) It is true we have to face the dark and cold sometimes, and it is not a place we enjoy being..however, the sun will always shine and people like us, will shine too, we will breathe, we will live and we will never stop loving 🙂
      Blessings to you too
      X

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