Özge takes a walk in Steinbachtal

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 Bird’s beating like a drum in my ears

and I look up

the trees are bowing down for me.

Then we start dancing together

like a distant memory

from when I was still me

purely

bravely

and freely.

And this time,

I get to grow

where I come from

I get to humble myself down to

the earth I was lifted up from

the earth that bore me

and now I get to give birth

to a brand new me.


***

walks further, sits to look at flowers, walks again, puts a playlist named “songs that make me think of you”.

***


redefining songs

releasing my heart

redirecting my love


***

gets lost in self love and the forest.

***


Phew! Just thought I got lost!

went into a small path

that turned into a mountain bike path

that turned into not even a real path

slippery with leaves

all the way downhill!

luckily ended back up in a path

that looks like a path

and a house

that looks like a house! 


***

focuses back on the playlist, redefining the songs for self love, re-feeling all the lyrics.

***


Phew! 

back to the “real” path near the street.

No diggity

no doubt

How did this song make its way into this playlist?!

gotta get down though.


***

walks further…

***


I love my legs!

short but strong

No!

short and strong!


***

rips an ivy branch to make a cutting.

***


Wouldn‘t it be nice to get ripped

off and away from your roots,

get carried a long long way -half alive-

against the wind (and the odds)

and get to be put in water at a random place

-random but one with love-

and be able to grow your own roots under the sun

without forgetting the ones you owned and loved.

sounds like a miracle?

We do it everyday

not noticing but

we all do it one day

every day

when we‘re growing up and away.

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