Freedom

She held galaxies

inbetween her ribs

and her soft beating heart.

An undiscovered mistery

underneath a veil that seemed

so much like a prison

but was her very freedom.

Jehona Thaqi©

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Unaddressed

There are letters unwritten,

and written letters unaddressed,

as if I forgot the worth of my very words,

but remembered well the guilt inbetween the spaces of my memories.

Sometimes, when the night draws me into my bed,

I forget how to sleep,

as if in agony of dreaming what will never become;

and when the morning turns bright,

I forget how to stay awake,

for there are dreams I can only fullfill while sleeping.

Today I wrote a letter and started from the end,

for when I reached the beginning there was nothing to write;

you can not undo a dream,

but can you forget the dreams that were never meant.

My name underneath a letter of emptiness,

unaddressed, sometimes;

and sometimes unwritten.

Jehona Thaqi© (the painting: ‘Dreams’, oil on canvas, Jehona Thaqi)