stryka

Spinning til we fall
i lie on the floor, room spinning on
i let thoughts run through my mind,
loss and gains
sacrafice and claims
dreams abandoned,
or just given up
and dreams actualized
another life
before truely passing through the fire
before the tower,
the surrender still aches,
new found controll
sometimes still shaky
a life and identity sacraficed
leaves a strange emptyness
Then a kiss
on a painless bruise,
"ALL BETTER MOMMY"
and it is