Who am I? Who am I to speak about love or be a judge of characters? I canʼt, ʼcause Iʼm yet to be found. I have yet to find what secrets I keep within, to travel the world and feel a touch of rain on my skin. I have to remove all of my masks and find a face that hides behind. To change the song that my soul sings and find the rhythm of my own heart when it wants to dance.
Can you, can you really love me for who I am or are those just empty words and false promises trying to break through all of my defences? Promise not to run away when you see whatʼs behind those walls that I built. Those warning signs you see they are for you, not for me. They are for everyone who dare to come this close and try to understand why would someone hide their soul behind. Promise me not to get scared when you get lost in my darkness. In return I promise to keep a glimpse of light just for you, you wonʼt be one of those I left behind.
Your heart doesnʼt follow the home You carry home within your skin Itʼs not attached to the bricks or walls they built Itʼs in every person, chained in your memory.
She ran from herself not knowing what to do or where to go. She ran but couldnʼt hide. She could feel a touch of rain on her skin and how Sun felt from within so those were the moments she could relax in. She grew scared in crowds and when people expected her to speak. Sometimes she would look at her reflection in the mirror and saw herself as weak. Words were hard cause they could either give you wings or become the chains that bring you to the ground. She dreamed wildly but executed poorly. Donʼt take it wrong, she never wanted to be like that. She was one of those sculptures that didnʼt know how to handle anything but gentle shaping of itʼs curves.
Foto: Milica Jočić
Ana Jočić rođena je u Kruševcu. Student je Geografije na Prirodno-matematičkom fakultetu u Nišu. Poeziju piše odmalena, po ugledu na oca.
Recenzija: Aleksandra Aleksić