or: don’t give up🤍
Sometimes it’s not about the 99 percent. It’s about the warmth of the one that remains. A poetic piece from the depths of a day that asked a lot. But also whispered: don’t give up. And it’s my first piece here, by the way. So, please, be gentle.
Evenings, so dark I can only cry myself into sleep.
Mornings, so heavy I need hours to get out of bed.
Days, so senseless I don’t even try.
These evenings, these mornings, these days
… they come.
They go.
They come again.
And then they go again.
And with them
– the pain comes and goes.
And comes again.
And again.
But when will the pain be over?
When will the ease stay?
When will the promise of hope appear and last?
When will it all make sense?
Will there ever be a “then” to the question of “when”?
Is the question maybe the wrong one?
And what would be the right question to ask?
I really don’t know. I don’t know.
I don’t know now.
But maybe tomorrow.
Or the day after.
Or the day after.
Because, well, there is still hope.
“Hope is the one percent, which is not part of the statistic”,
just recently my coach quoted a book.
And this one percent makes me smile.
It feels like a warm ray of the sun after
months of cold and grey winter days.
This one percent makes me calm.
It feels like a warm blanket
where I can rest, sleep and let go of control.
This one percent let’s me exhale
and drop back into my body.
It reconnects me with the magic.
With the universe.
With god.
And in the end
… with love.❤️
Katja Horninger 