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  • Exhausted In A Cold Winter Night

    Exhausted In A Cold Winter Night

    Exhausted In A Cold Winter Night

    Exhausted on a cold winter night
    The silence of the darkness is frozen like the sensibility of this society
    My comfort is in nature and art
    My books and poetry are my secret hideout
    Wandering around the wild obscurity of my imaginary forest
    I can travel far away every time I wish
    In my imagination, I promenade in magic gardens
    Where there are colourful and delightful flowers
    And the silver moonlight is reflecting in the lakes
    Wandering farther, I discover hidden woods and marvellous castles
    The beauty of those landscapes are breathtaking
    And I can stroll as far as I wish
    I will be pleased to get lost
    And I will discover new secret places
    Where I can hide and be totally transparent
    Where I am totally invisible like plankton
    I don’t have to pretend to be someone else
    I don’t have to please anyone to get consent and admiration
    I can be myself and free
    No abuses
    No brutalities
    No discriminations
    No fears
    None of them will be in this very secret place
    And I can laugh and cry, paint and write
    The insanity of rationality can ruin every kind of spontaneity and beauty
    Every sigh is the breathing of my mind
    Every teardrop is the ardour of my heart
    My naive emotions can finally galvanise me
    They can call me insane, candid
     or eccentric
    I will stop caring about it
    I will stop accepting the humiliations and abuses with gratitude
    And I will stand up for myself fiercely.
    Esther Racah

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