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Author: chaya

I want your beauty.

Giving others

the same love you could,

equal to a legacy.

Who allows us to speak with the shadows?

A child chasing a nightmare,

horror is the height of

imagination.

A list of what

I could not say

includes

my fear of belonging 

to another.

The loneliest Shabbat

I was more than alone,

only the candles would glow for me.

It is as if

the farthest journey

was not from

here to there,

but rather within.

How long

is the longest arrival?

What does it lead to?

Where is the purpose?

To describe to you

an empty beauty

I must begin with a never ending lake.

Standing in it

is being in the place I was born

but do not come from.

The softer

I become

I am more like

my mother’s mother.

The mystical princess

who follows me in the mirror.

Wandering forty years

around our destination.

Forty years

it takes to trust.