Another year has come and gone,
The days have all passed, one by one,
The clock strikes midnight one more time,
Another year is ending.
I watch all colours paint the sky:
The fireworks—my lullaby,
While past and future then unite,
While I live in the moment.
Outside, the crowd cheers loudly but
Inside I only hear my thoughts,
And then the silence—disrupted by
A clock which then strikes midnight…
– Patricia
Acting on impulse every time and letting anger take control,
I drank the poison of envy and don’t know myself anymore.
I used to work hard for my dreams, facing the challenges head-on,
Yet now I hide and rarely seek to free myself from inner wars.
I am aware of what I am and of what I’ve started to be,
Hating the change with all my soul and wishing to somehow be free.
Yet I don’t fight back anymore, I just complain and watch the change.
So sad to know it’s all up to me, yet I wait powerless, then rage.
Dissatisfied and incomplete, I loathe myself for what I choose.
So powerless, yet blind to see that all the strength is here. Confused.
And while I’m stuck, everyone else carries their battles courageously.
I wait and do nothing to change the self-pitying melody.
I could, I could. And yet… I don’t. I won’t.
– Patricia
A normal girl is what I am,
Riding the tram on a winter day.
I’m not more than and not less than,
I simply am. But I can dream.
I put my headphones in and then,
Imagining another world,
I let the music in and understand
Quite everything. It all makes sense.
How I can fly, explore the sky,
Travel to faraway places, be free.
My spirit soars and knows all truth,
And my heart flutters, feeling joy.
And in that moment, music is
An open door towards the universe,
With all its magic and its mysteries,
Warming my soul for all eternity.
A normal girl is what I am,
But music sets my soul on fire.
So many worlds rest deep within…
And I ride the tram in December.
– Patricia
We sit down by the candlelight
And just enjoy the silence.
We’ve suffered so much in our pasts,
But now there’s peace and guidance:
The candles light our path tonight
And lead us towards a new world,
Where with ourselves we reunite
And learn to simply let go.
The tender light flickers and calls
The names which we’d forgotten…
In unsung silence we’re reborn
And find the light to hold on.
No words escape our sealed lips,
For there’s no need to speak now.
We both know what we want to say
And cherish what we now have.
By candlelight we’ve found our peace,
Its warmth—so liberating.
By candlelight we’ve found our names,
No longer hesitating.
By warm and soothing candlelight
We’ve broken out of darkness.
By candlelight we sit in peace,
Rejoicing in the silence…
– Patricia
Speak with an open heart you may,
Announcing to the world one day:
“Night turns to daylight now, in May,
Creating songs, I will portray
The words which will not know decay.”
Unknown to you, poems obey
And you reach peaceful, hidden bays,
Reality is far away.
You’ve met with your self-created fate.
– Patricia
Look at you!… You’re here again.
Crying yourself to sleep once more…
You’ve let yourself trust yet again
And ended up hurting alone…
Manipulated, misunderstood,
Taken for granted, not enough…
Something you’ve always, always been,
Yet dared to think the change would last…
You’ve lost your skill, you’re insecure
And you’ll never be your best self.
Huh… And you thought you could escape
Your fears and nightmares… Think again.
You can’t trust others, haven’t you learned?
Just close up and don’t let them in.
‘Cause every time you’ve opened up,
You were torn apart by their indifference.
Always the one to first say “Hi,”
The only one making an effort,
And in the end, they walk past you,
Acting like you were never there.
It’s fine, ‘cause I’ve been there before
And it’s my fault, what can I say?
I’ll just trust less and less from now on.
They’ll judge me either way. Alone.
– Patricia
Careful how you speak to me
Or I might run away again.
Words carry meaning, you see,
And I listen to the music of your soul.
Read me like an open book you may, but
Deep down, I always hide myself.
In the darkness of my night I bathe…
Careful—or you’ll only get to see the side of me
Everyone else but few will always think is the real me.
– Patricia
Silky moonlight lights my bedroom,
Bathing me in promises.
I hear stories that I’d once known
Once again—I stand still and
Let the stillness of the night in.
Quiet my heart cherishes.
Nothing moves. My fingers linger
On the cold, white windowsill,
As I look up at the night sky,
Breathing in the summer air,
Listening to the waves crashing
Against rocks. All so surreal.
In this moment, I am happy,
I can feel the Universe,
I see starlight, stardust, magic,
Falling stars and galaxies.
Time slows down. And, in the distance,
I hear whispers: “Moonchild, come…!”
– Patricia
Don’t look past my thick, dark curtains.
Everything is fine and well.
Promise. You don’t need to worry.
Reassurance. Burden. Well…
Every day’s a roller coaster,
Seemingly endless in highs,
Seemingly endless in lows and
I always end up down here.
Oh, don’t worry, I’m just tired…
Nothing new. Do carry on.
– Patricia
I hug you tightly one more time.
I know this means farewell for us.
You smile and laugh ‘cause you don’t know,
But I do—and it hurts so much.
I hug you tightly, hold you close
And laugh with you—as usual,
But when you’ll let me go, I know
That we will never be the same.
And you don’t know, you’re innocent,
So young—this kind of pain is far away.
I’m only learning of it now,
So, you are safe for years to come.
But I’ve grown up and all has changed,
I’m now starting to understand
All those who came before me and
Their fears, their sorrows and their loss.
I count the seconds. Vision—blurred.
I appreciate this so, so much.
You are so dear to me!… It hurts…
To know that this is our goodbye…
I let you go… You turn to leave…
I wave at you and smile… until…
You turn around and walk away,
Not looking back… And I break d
Letsmeetagainanotheruniverseo
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Letsmeetagainanotheruniversen
Letsmeetagainanotheruniversein tears…
– Patricia
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