Summer night Poetry| Portugal
It will forever be an honor to be seen for who I am. To be called by the name that I carry and fall into uttermost acceptance of what I am made out of. It’s in my bones to search for quite places under summer night skies and loose myself in the water underneath me. And when the beaming moonlight catches my eye I will know my heart was tinged in dreams the moment I stumbled on crumbling foundations. I will forever be these moments and forget my pain in the truth that after all you are with me.
And today is not a Moment existing beside my reality,
it is the blood that is running through my veins, rising to the surface when in pain,
rushing to unburden, heal my shame
and remind me: In feeling there is gain.