Running away from the place I'm supposed to call my safe haven has become a routine
The same hands chasing me away, keep trying to lure me back in
tugging on the strings
slowly capturing me on a leash
Making me crave the peace I used to despise more and more
Every occasion I get,
I put on my gown and tiny glass slippers
promising to return by 12
Breaking free 'till midnight strikes
Yet even a magical bibbidi-bobbidi-boo won't save me
When will the shoe finally fit?
How many times until I don't have to return anymore?
Soon, the magic is going to vanish forever
I'll return to the house that hasn't been a home since a long time ago
YOU ARE READING
Thus, I emerged
PoésieA collection of some of the poems written by me. Both in English and Dutch
