Poetry
My poetry is what makes me feel alive
I’m my own poetry
A ridiculous assemblage of floating words
Words that meet and embrace each other
In a vortex of feelings
Feelings that are expressionlessly shapeless and unworthy
I close myself into this microcosm to survive
To survive all the tragedies which overrun this world
And I cannot stop to tremble and be afraid of this society
A society that is made of hypocrisy
So I feel calm inside my sandcastle, waiting for a change
A change which is arduous to happen
I wander happily into the forest of my thoughts
And I surrender to the harmony of my passions
My emotions are like musical notes
They gather together to create a musical score
A musical score which is made of perceptions
I’m overwhelmed by my emotions
Feelings that keep hiding inside myself
Sadness and melancholy swirl around me like soft feathers
And they don’t leave me alone
Now that I abandon my rationality, embracing my sensibility.
Esther Racah