Nights i've walked
within me

i've sketched my maps 
in half understood géographies 
of my childhood, my adoloscence, 
my more or less adult life.

i gather my words - from my wounds
from the memories of the rain, 
from the mornings and evenings of continual starlight falling on the ground

The shadows of the woods stood so still
opening doors to finding out 
who i 'm

sufficiently enough 
to unload the weight i 've been carrying

to transform my silence into words

Words i learnt 
to wound 
and be wounded.

Words
that destroyed the walls 
of your heart and mine 
at the same time.

The same words  
pushed me 
held me
burnt me, 
smothered me
have now become saviours.

Once, i heard 
them

now, i can see , listen, touch, and smell them.

Their bitterness 
become Nectar.

i donot speak them out on my knees

They 're the endless rivers of my body.

i harvest 
their throbs.