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Can you really love me for who I am (Ana Jočić)

Posted on 02/11/202004/12/2020 by BEZ LIMITA
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

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