The Hero Inside You
By A Woman In Red
At first strange
Yet the unbearable lightness
Of being: what blinds us, drives us.
Drive through us.
Such a spontaneous yet devotional fuss.
Then, the moment where there's no end.
Heartsease and desolation
Of destruction by words and thoughts;
„I have to be walking shell“
When my body so much wants to yell.
Just to be free from those knots
To let my soul finally breathe.
To feel that faithful heat
Without deviating from me again.
Because you know: Home is where the heart is.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands,
that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
- Nelson Mandela
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