I revise

The fairy tales

Which have made my life bearable,

They have pulled me out of despair as if out of a well

Drank from me

Quenched their thirst with advice:

If you read fairy tales, you dream fairy tales,

If you dream fairy tales, you live in a fairy tale.

 

 Young children 

Wrote wisdoms to frighten me,

They soothed me with scary lullabies

They didn’t touch me if I wasn’t afraid,

They waited for me to take out some goodness from my pockets

In a thief-like manner,

Caress their cups of talents,

And wipe any drops of justice

From the tips of their lips.

I have been an animal tamer for a long time,

While the beast inside me snoozed, grew up and snarled.

One day it ate me,

Because it felt neglected.

It found out I was obsessed with other abysses of anger,

Bent under other lives not edited.

 

I am doing poetic crosswords now,

Rearranging, correcting, illustrating alien feelings,

Presenting titles – memorable and significant ones.

However, they just cross me out

Hurrying upwards, not even turning back.

They rob me just because I like it.

If I am endless, there is still what to take from me.

 

If I believe that is the way it is – I’ll be safe.

 

I am counting down

And descending the other slope now

Back to the same.

Anticipating is always greater than arrival.