Whispers of the night

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PADDLING THROUGH THE PAST

In the stillness of the night, when the world outside rests in silence, I find myself drawn to a new craft- one that whispers through my fingertips and dances upon the page. For years, I wandered the globe with a camera in hand, capturing moments frozen in time, each click a story waiting to be told. But now, as I navigate the transformative process of closing one chapter and opening another, I am guided by an unexpected muse—poetry.

The quiet hours of the night have become my sanctuary, where the world outside fades into the gentle hum of my thoughts. Here, I write, and it feels as though I am not merely crafting words but channelling something deeper, something ethereal. It is as if a guiding light, unseen yet profound, directs my pen, weaving tales that resonate with the essence of my soul.

Each chapter is a layer, a fragment of time, revealing perspectives that evolve with each passing day. They are not static; they breathe, they grow, reflecting the journey of self-discovery. The connection between my past travels and this new craft is seamless, as both are about capturing the essence of life and seeing the world through My Lens.

In these peaceful moments, I am reminded of the wonder of creation, of how one experience flows into another, each enriching the fabric of my life. Poetry has become my new language, a way to express the inexpressible, to dance with the shadows of my thoughts and bring them into the light.

Today, I’m excited to share my first poem, a quirky journey of self-discovery and emotional healing. Think of the river as both a rollercoaster of struggles and a peaceful float down the lazy river. It’s all about the ups and downs of identity and belonging, and it might just make you chuckle as you reflect on your own journey!

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The flow of identity

Wild waters

Strong as a brick, I stand by the river’s embrace,
Close to the mountains, where dreams find their place.
In a world once imagined with love that felt right,
I’ve broken the chains, emerged into light.

No more doubts linger, my heart’s filled with cheer,
Refreshed by the joy that once disappeared.
I ponder the story, adjusting the lens,
Capturing moments where memories bend.

The tale stretches long; I’m no longer a child,
So I’ll choose long exposure, the truth reconciled.
It unveils the secrets tucked deep in my soul,
Revealing the whispers that make me feel whole.

Wild river, your waters, they echo my strife,
Yet now they bring calm, reigniting my life.

“Come, my dear child,” the river softly pleads,
“I’m your mother. I have longed for you, seeking to fulfil your needs.

For nearly a decade, I’ve waited in vain,
While you roamed the world, learning joy and pain.
Worrying for you when silence took hold,
I’m looking for your safety as the stories unfold.

You visited my cousins, your aunties, my kin,
They promised to guard you, to keep you within.
No boulder could hinder the healing of tears,
They shared tales of sorrow, where loneliness fears.

You’ve crossed every mountain, each river and sea,
Now facing the wall, but you’re still here with me.
As I’ve told you, my child, love knows no bounds,
A mother’s embrace in your heart always resounds.

With years passing by, you’ve grown mighty and bright,
No words could capture your beauty, your light.
You, my dear child, hold the key to your fate,
You, my dear child, love’s essence, innate.

Speak now, my child, for you’re finally free,
The ultimate key lies within you, you see.

I’m back in Slovenia, my birthplace, my home,
No longer do I search; in love’s warmth, I roam.

The world taught me lessons, a myriad more,
Now back in my church, where nature’s my core.
Wild river, your waters remind me of peace,
In nature’s embrace, my worries release.

Whenever I’m lonely, I’m one with my soul,
I speak to my mother, in my heart, she is whole.